Everyday People – William Bell

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
There is a blue one who can’t accept the green one for living with a black ones tryin’ to be a skinny one

Different strokes for different folks
And 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’re all 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 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 scooby dooby dooby
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
And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
I am everyday people
I am everyday people
I am everyday people