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