I'm a product of the nation 
My Nintendo's on the floor 
On a permanent vacation 
Momma's bangin' at my door 

Na na na, she's screamin at me 
But I don't wanna understand 
And I go ooooh 
It goes on and on and on

Is it Saturday yet
´Cause I wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
It just feels like a Saturday,
Baby, is it Saturday yet 
I just wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
´Cause it feels like a Saturday
Baby, is it Saturday 

I was raised by the television 
Jerry Springer was my dad 
And it wouldn't matter 
If Martha Stewart was my mother
And Aaron Carter was my brother 
´Cause I'd still be bad 

I'm a product of the nation 
And I'm the last generation 

Na na na, they won't stop screamin 
And I don't think they understand 
And I go ooooh 
It goes on and on and on 

Information overload 
Comin 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 

And I go ohhhhhhhhh 
She's screamin at me 
But I don't wanna understand

Is it Saturday yet 
´Cause I wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
It just feels like a Saturday,
Baby, is it Saturday yet 
I just wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
´Cause it feels like a Saturday
Baby, is it Saturday 

Is it Saturday yet 
´Cause I wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
It just feels like a Saturday,
Baby, is it Saturday yet 
I just wanna get up 
Is it Saturday yet 
´Cause it feels like a Saturday
Baby, is it Saturday 

I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer is my brother
And my mother's cousin, was it?
The uncle of my sister's