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. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag. Rag.