Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right then 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 The black ones tryin' to be a skinny one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby, dooby Ooh, sha sha We gotta 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 Still can't figure out the scene I'm in I am everyday people Then it's the new man that doesn't like the short man 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 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, dooby Ooh, sha sha I am everyday people