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. And I go oooooooh. 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. 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 screaming. And I don't think they 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. Cuz it feels like a Saturday. Baby. Is it Saturday. 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. In the back of my head. Are the eyes that I see. That has got to be. A side of me. And I go ohhhhh. She's screaming at me. But I don't wanna understand