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 tryin' to be a skinny one
 Different strokes for different folks
 And so on and so on and scooby-dooby-dooby
 We got to 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
 You can't figure out the bag I'm in
 I am everyday people
 There is a long hair
 That doesn't like the short hair
 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
 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
 I am everyday people