And people tried to put us down, when iTunes bumped a post-Cold War sound.
My generation sat the at mecca of malls, Times Square, I'm there, Viacom installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, newyork man hollywood we ran like hell
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agreed upon this cowboy Genghis Khan?
The choice made, baby. Hey we take it back, logged in dropped out, MTV took track.
They sold it back to us and claimed no correlation. The iMac, iPod, iGeneration.
And I'm waiting for the day we can get out. The world is ours, that's the story no doubt.
Want to be more than info super highway traffic, want to be more than a walking demographic!
CHORUS (x2)
"Hey! You're part of it." Talking about the iGeneration.
"Yeah! You're part of it." Talking about my iGeneration.
The iGeneration new organization meant optimization and unification,
When imagination gave participation in creation of culture a manifestation.
The Berlin Wall fell and out we came, the post-Cold War kids laid claim to AIM.
LOL, OMG, yo, BRB. Space, colon, dash, closed parenthesis.
We sat at our laptops and typed away, and found that we each had something to say.
Web-logged our fears, our hopes and dreams. Individuated by digital means.
Fiber optic lenses, DVD, Coca Cola, Disney and Mickey D's.
Flat mass culture, the norm that took hold; I hope I die before it gets old.
REPEAT CHORUS (x4)
This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?
This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?