Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right and 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 a black one trying to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Ooh 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
Still can't figure out the scene l'm in
I am everyday people

Then it's a new man that doesn't like the short one
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
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 doo-bee
Ooh sha sha - I am everyday people