| D | A | |
| i | feel real stupid when i say it out | loud |
| D | A | |
| like i' | m just jealous of a silver clou | d |
| D | A | |
| he lo | oks real good, he drinks diet coke |
| D | A | |
| he g | ets his enemies sent by air not boat |
| chorus |
| tacket D G |
| i wish i was him, gets the women at his feet |
| D | G | |
| with all his cool friends, | has no enemies |
| D | G | |
| i wish i was him , g | ets his records for free |
| D A G x4 |
| i wish i was him, |
| 2nd&3rd verse and chorus same chords |
| verse2: he's got six different flannel shirts, airwalks not thongs |
| he even understands the words to all the pavement songs |
| he's got the coolest new guitar toys |
| he even loves SMUDGE and the Beastie Boys |
| chorus2 :same lyrics |
| verse3: well i feel alot better now that i let it all out |
| he's got big biceps and a masculine shout |
| it's not that i'm tryin' to be mean |
| but he plays guitar much faster than me |
| chorus3: still same lyrics |