The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - Everyday People (In the Jungle) Lyrics

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Everyday People (In the Jungle)

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What Are The Lyrics For Everyday People (In the Jungle) By The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band?
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 |
Who Wrote Everyday People (In the Jungle) By The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band?
Sylvester Stewart
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What's The Duration Of The Everyday People (In the Jungle) By The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band?The duration of Everyday People (In the Jungle) is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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