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 care

(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 equalled 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

Ah yeah, you look good in anything

Forget about vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,

You make a 2 dollar t-shirt obscene.

Rag, rag.