Come on y'all
Ooh, sha-sha

Sometimes I'm right and 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 the big one, trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks 
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Ooh, sha-sha 
We got to live together 

I'm 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 I'm in

I am everyday people

There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair 
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 doo-bee 
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 
So on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Ooh, sha-sha

Well, I am everyday people
Hear me when I tell you now
I am everyday people
Yep, oh yes, I am, yes, I am, yes, I am 
I am everyday people, yeah, yeah
Ooh, sha-sha
We got to live together
Ooh, sha-sha
I said we got to live together

I am everyday people