Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
 My own beliefs are in my song
 The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
 Makes no difference what group I'm in
 I am everyday people, yeah yeah
 There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
 For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
 And different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo
 Oh sha sha, we got to live together
 I am no better and neither are you
 We are the same whatever we do
 You love me you hate me you know me and then
 You can't figure out the bag I'm in
 I am everyday people, yeah yeah
 There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
 For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
 And different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo
 Oh 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
 And different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo
 Oh sha sha, I am everyday people