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