Lyrics

Went to the shop for a new outfit
I was too early so I sat on a bench
Then two older ladies from out of town
Sat to my left and the laughs came out
Saying who pays a hundred dollars for some ripped jeans

You can make em for free
Take your old jeans out and cut as you please
The jeans on the models should be rip free
Wondering why the style these days has lost guarantee

They came into town from Wetaskiwin
Say theres not much there so they had to come in
To see what’s new in city life
And they could not believe their eyes
Saying who pays a hundred dollars for some ripped jeans oh oh oh

You can make em for free
Take your old jeans out and cut as you please
The jeans on the models should be rip free
Wondering why the style these days has lost guarantee

They’ll say what happened to you, did those jeans come ripped
Did you get ‘em at half price, where’s the rest of your pants
Ah-ah no, they’ll say-yyy
I paid a hundred dollars for some ripped jeans

I finally walked into the store
But there was only one style left, you gotta be kidding me

You can make em for free (Who pays a hundred dollars)
Your jeans, cut as you please (Who pays a hundred dollars)
Should our jeans be rip free (Who pays a hundred dollars)
Has style lost guarantee (Who pays a hundred dollars)

Wondering what I’m gonna do to keep dirt off my knees
Wondering what I’m gonna do to keep dirt off my knees
Uh, who pays a hundred dollars for some ripped jeans