Is It Saturday Yet

I'm a product of the nationMy Nintendo's on the floorOn a permanent vacationMomma's banging at my doorNa na naShe's screaming at meBut I don't wanna understandAnd I go ooooooohIt goes on and on and onChorusIs it Saturday yetCause I wanna get upIs it Saturday yetIt just feels like a SaturdayBabyIs it Saturday yetI just wanna get upIs it Saturday yetCuz it feels like a SaturdayBabyIs it SaturdayI was raised by the televisionJerry Springer was my dadAnd it wouldn't matterIf Martha Stewart was my motherAnd Aaron Carter was my brotherCuz I'd still be badI'm a product of the nationI'm the last generationNa na naThey won't stop screamingAnd I don't think they understandAnd I go oooohIt goes on and on and onChorusInformation overloadComing through my mindThat I can't controlIn the back of my headAre the eyes that I seeThat has got to beA Saturday(repeat)And I go ohhhhhShe's screaming at meBut I don't wanna understandChorus Coz it feels like a saturdayIt just feels like a saturdayMaybe, is it saturday?I was raised by the televisionJerry Springer was my brother and motherscousin was the uncle of my sisters...