Like "Friday," somebody was gonna have to do this song eventually. If you want to really 
annoy somebody, this is the song for you. Enjoy, and don't go too hard on me 'cause 
this is my first tab...

P.S. The lyrics are up here because they are so hilarious that they had to be typed.

Standard Tuning
No Capo

C                      F
Staring out my window, I brush my hair
Am                                        G
Getting dressed to meet my friends but I don't know what to wear
C                           F
Commercial shows on my TV about these cool designer jeans
Am
That I tried on at the mall
G
Change the channel, look what I see

C         F
Hannah Montana's wearing my jeans
Am      G
Ashley Tisdale's wearing my jeans
C    F
Keke Palmer's wearing my jeans
Am           G
I just can't believe they wore these jeans like me

C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me
C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me

C
Me, me, me, like
F
Me, me, me, me, like
Am
Me, me, me, me, like
G
Me, me, me, she wore those jeans like me

C                             F
Staring at the mall window, I finger drew a smile
Am                                    G
I thought about how cool I'd look if I had them on right now
C                             F
I'm anxious, excited, they're on my mind
Am                              G
It feels like Heely's are racing on my spine, ooh-wee
C             F
I just can't wait to call these my jeans
Am           G
Everyone can look at me in my jeans
C         F
I can go anywhere in my jeans
Am                  G
But I still can't believe they wore those jeans like me

C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me
C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me

C
Me, me, me, like
F
Me, me, me, me, like
Am
Me, me, me, me, like
G
Me, me, me, she wore those jeans like me


(Rap verse follows the same pattern)


C         F
A, B, C, one, two, three
Am                 G
That girl wore her jeans like me
   C                   F
I bet she's mad 'cause I look fab
Am            G
Ha ha ha ha, jack my swag
C                      F
Sticks and stones may break my bones
       Am             G
But mine look new and hers just look so
C F     Am G
Old, so old

(Another rap verse, still the same pattern)

C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me
C
Oh, oh, oh-oh
F
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Am
Oh, oh, oh-oh
G
She wore these jeans like me

C
Me, me, me, like
F
Me, me, me, me, like
Am
Me, me, me, me, like
G                                          C
Me, me, me, she wore those jeans like me