Lyrics:

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
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 are 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 and scooby-dooby-dooby
Ooh, sha-sha
We got to live together, oh


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