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 a fat one trying to be a skinny one
  And 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
  
  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
  And different strokes for different folks
  And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
  Oh 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
  And different strokes for different folks
  Oh sha sha-
  
  I am everyday people.