Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong

My own beliefs are in my songs

A butcher, a banker, Jack Irons on drums

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