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
 [bad word] 
Is it Saturday yet 
Cuz 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 
Cuz 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 
Cuz I'd still be bad 

I'm a product of the nation 
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 
 [bad word] 

Information overload [bad word] 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 
side of me 

And I go ohhhhhhhhh 
She's screamin at me 
But I don't wanna understand
 [bad word]