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

Na na na
She's screaming at me
But I don't wanna understand
Can I go ooooooout
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
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz it feels like a Saturday
Maybe
It's a 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 screaming
And I don't think they understand
Can I go oooout
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
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz it feels like a Saturday
Maybe
It's a Saturday

Information overload
Images in my mind
That I can't control
In the back of my head
Are the eyes that I see
That it's got to be
A side of me

Information overload
Images in my mind
That I can't control
In my mind, in my mind
That I can't control

Can I go ooooout (na na na)
She's screaming 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
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz it feels like a Saturday
Maybe
It's a Saturday

Jerry Springer is my uncle
And the brother of my mothers, sisters.....?