lyrics to Everyday People by Sly and Family Stone

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrongMy own beliefs are in my songThe butcher, the banker, the drummer and thenMakes no difference what group I'm inI am everyday people, yeah yeahThere is a blue one who can't accept the green oneFor living with a fat one trying to be a skinny oneAnd different strokes for different folksAnd so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-beeOh sha sha - we got to live togetherI am no better and neither are youWe are the same whatever we doYou love me you hate me you know me and thenYou can't figure out the bag l'm inI am everyday people, yeah yeahThere is a long hair that doesn't like the short hairFor bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor oneAnd different strokes for different folksAnd so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-beeOh sha sha-we got to live togetherThere is a yellow one that won't accept the black oneThat won't accept the red one that won't accept the white oneAnd different strokes for different folks

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