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 tryin’ to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby-dooby-dooby
We got to 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 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, scooby-dooby-dooby
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
I’m glad I’ve got skin, I’m glad I’ve got eyes
I’m glad I got hips, I’m glad I’ve got thighs
I’m glad I’m allowed to say the things I feel
I’m glad I got hair, I’m glad I got ears
I’m glad I got lungs, I’m glad I got tears
Glad that I never ever know what’s real
I’m glad I got lost
I’m glad I’m confused
I’m glad I don’t know what I like
I’m glad I got stoned
I’m glad I got high
I’m glad I found out I’m alright
I’m glad when the sex is not so great
I’m glad that I doubt, I know what they say
I’m glad when I get my girlfriend’s names confused
I’m glad I know how my life will end
I’m glad I don’t have no common sense
Glad the things are wrong, I thought I knew
I’m glad I’m a mess
I’m glad you don’t mind
I’m glad that you’re better than me
I’m glad that I changed
I’m glad I’m not nice
I’m glad it’s the way it must be
I’m glad I can’t see beyond myself
I’m glad when the conversation ends
It’s good when it’s bad, I’m glad it’s not -
Worrying me
