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

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 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 being 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, 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