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 came 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.
Diff'rent Strokes
It takes, Diff'rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff'rent Strokes to move the world.

Everybody got a special kind of story
Everybody finds a way to shine,
It does not matter that you got a lot
So what,
They'll have theirs, and you'll have yours, and I'll have mine
And together we'll be fine

Because it takes diff'rent strokes to move the world.
Yes, it takes.
Diff'rent Strokes to move the world.