Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
 My own beliefs are in my songs
 A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then
 Makes no difference what group I'm in
 I am everyday people
 Then it's the blue ones who can't accept
 The green ones for living with
 The black ones tryin' to be a skinny one
 Different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
 Ooh sha sha
 We gotta live together
 I am no better and neither are you
 We're all the same whatever we do
 You love me you hate me
 You know me and then
 Still can't figure out the scene I'm in
 I am everyday people
 Then it's the new man
 That doesn't like the short man
 For being such a rich one
 That will not help the poor one
 Different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby
 Ooh sha sha
 We got to live together
 There is a yellow one that won't
 Accept the black one
 That won't accept the red one
 That won't accept the white one
 Different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and
 Scooby dooby dooby
 Ooh sha sha
 I am everyday people