Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right others are wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the baker, the drummer and then Makes no difference 'bout what group I'm in

I am everyday people, yeah yeah

There is a blue one, that won'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-bee 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-bee 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-bee Oh sha sha

I am everyday people Yeah, yeah

We got to live together