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 tryin' 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're all 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 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, 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