Letras
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
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet?
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet?
'Cause 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
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
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet?
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet?
'Cause it feels like a Saturday
Maybe, it's a 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
Coming through my mind, That I can't control
Coming through my mind, That I can't control
And I go ohhhhh
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?
'Cause it feels like a Saturday
Maybe
Is it Saturday yet?
'Cause I wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet?
It just feels like a Saturday
'Cause it feels like a Saturday
It just feels like a Saturday
Maybe, it's a Saturday
Ohh, Ohh,
I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer is my brother
And my mother's cousin
Was the uncle of my sister's