You Look Good In Rags

Yeah, yeah Yeah I've seen cool, I've seen cold I've seen the women up front, way down below Ladies of the evening screaming Some were like vipers I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny They spend there But you look good in rags with dirt in your hair Yeah, you look good in rags babe Oh, I don't car, ah, you look good Yes, you look good in rags with bones in your hair Ah, you look good in anything Ooh, I don't care Now I've seen class, I've seen tack I've seen 'em walking down the street With smoke in their stacks and pouring into limos They wake up in millionaires' bedrooms I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek Tied in 20 thousand knots, so ultra neat Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar Like it were the Bible But you look good in rags with dirt in your hair Yeah, you look good in rags babe Aw, I don't care, yeah, yeah, you look good Oh, you look good in rags with dirt in your hair Yeah, you look good in anything Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene Rag, rag, rag Rag, rag, rag Rag, rag, rag ...