I can be right, I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the baker, a drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in

Cause I am everyday people, mmm

There is a blue one who can't accept a green one
For living with a fat one who's trying to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so on and scooby-dooby-doo

Ooh, 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 what bag I'm in

But I am everyday people, mmm

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

Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together

There is a yellow one that won't accept a black one
That won't accept a red one that won't accept a white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so forth and scooby-dooby-doo

Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together
Cause I am everyday people
I am everyday people