Is It Saturday Yet

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 oooooooh
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 oooooooh
It goes on and on and on

Chorus

Information overload
Too much on 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 Saturday

Information overload
Too much on my mind
That I can't control
Too much on my mind
That I can't control
Too much on my mind
That I can't control

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

Chorus

I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer is my brother
And mothers, cousin was an uncle of my sister