Everyday People Lyrics - Album - Joan Jett

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 

Then it's the blue ones who can't accept 

The green ones for living with 

The black ones tryin' to be a skinny one 

Different strokes for different folks 

And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby 

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 

Still can't figure out the scene I'm in 

I am everyday people 

Then it's the 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 

We got to live together 

There is a yellow one that won't 

Accept the black one 

That wont accept the red one 

That wont accept the white one 

Different strokes for different folks 

And so on and so on and 

Scooby dooby dooby 

I am everyday people