Album: Everyday People

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 one who can't accept/ The green ones for livin with/ the black ones tryin to be a skinny one/ Different strokes for different folks/ 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/ So on and so on and scooby dooby dooby/ Ooh sha sha/ We got to live together/ There is the yellow one/ That won't accept the black one/ that won't accept the red one/ That won't accept the white one/ Different stroke for different folk/ So on and so on and scooby dooby dooby/ Ooh sha sha/ I am everyday people