Everyday People (Extended Version)

Sometimes I'm right, others I'm wrong

My own beliefs are in my song

The butcher, the baker, the drummer and then

Makes no difference 'bout the bag I'm in

I am everyday people

Yeah, yeah

There is a blue one, no, what is it?

There's a, there is a thin one, wait

I don't even know it

I don't fuckin' know it

It's over here, hold on, here we go

Take it all back

Oh, oh, oh

Sometimes I'm right, others I'm wrong

My own beliefs are in my song

The butcher, the baker, the drummer and then

Makes no difference 'bout the group I'm in

But

I am everyday people

Yeah, yeah

There is a blue one that won't accept the green one

For livin' with a fat one, tryin' to be a skinny one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on and so on and scooby-doo-bee-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

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 who will not help the poor one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on and so on and scooby-doo-bee-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, who won't accept the white one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on and so on and scooby-doo-bee-doo-bee

Ooh-ooh, sha, sha

I am everyday people

Yeah, yeah

We have got to live together

Yeah, yeah

I, I, yeah, yeah