Now, the world don´t move to the beat of just one drum,
What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
A man is born, he´s a man of means.
Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.
But they got, Diff´rent Strokes. It takes,
Diff´rent Strokes. It takes,
Diff´rent Strokes to move the world.
Everybody´s got a special kind of story
Everybody finds a way to shine,
It don´t matter that you got,
not alot,
So what,
They´ll have theirs, and you´ll have yours, and I´ll have mine.
And together we´ll be fine....