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
[chorus] 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
[chorus]
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
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