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   ...