Sometimes I'm right but 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 trying to be a skinny one 
Different strokes for different folks 
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee 
Oh sha sha - we got to live together 

I am no better and neither are you 
We are the same whatever we do 
You love me you hate me you know me and then 
You can't figure out the bag l'm in 

Cause I am everyday people, yeah yeah 

There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair 
For bein' 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 doo-bee 
Oh sha sha- Oh yeah, 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 doo-bee

Cause I am everyday people
Cause I am everyday people, yeah yeah yeah
Cause I am everyday people
Cause I am everyday people