Uh, uh, I'm a product of the nation.

Uh, uh, my Nintendo's on the floor.

On a permanent vacation.

Mamma's banging at my door.

Na, na, na, she's screaming at me

but I don't wanna understand.

And I go, it goes on, and on, and on.

CHORUS:

Is it Saturday yet?

'Cause I wanna get up.

Is it Saturday yet?

It just feels like a Saturday.

Baby... is it Saturday yet?

Just wanna get up.

Is it Saturday yet?

'Cause it feel like a Saturday.

Baby... is it Saturday?

Uh, uh, I was raised by the television.

Uh, uh, Jerry Springer was my dad.

And it wouldn't matter

if Marta Stewart was my mother

and Aaron Carter was my brother,

cause I'd still be bad.

Uh, uh, I'm a product of the nation.

Uh, uh, and I'm the last generation.

Na, na, na, they won't stop screaming.

And I don't think they understand.

And I go, it goes on, and on, and on.

CHORUS

Information overload

coming through my mind that I can't control.

In the back of my head are the eyes that I see,

that has got to be a side of me.

Information overload

coming through my mind that I can't control.

And I go!!!

Na, na, na, she's screaming at me

But I don't wanna understand.

CHORUS - Repeat.

Uh, uh, I was raised by the television.

Uh, uh, Jerry Springer is my brother

and the mother's cousin was the uncle of my sisters...