Intro:

(Spoken):

    F#                 B
Now hear this crowd of people;
           F#                   B
I man well vex and just have fe big up me chest,
         F#                           B
'Cos the Taxi Driver don't have no re-spect.
F#               B        F#             B
 Want I fe catch bus, hop truck and ride bike,
    F#                             B
And stand up on the road and hitch hike.
            F#                 B                  F#          B
But dem deh things can't go on, 'cos Natty Dread... ride the storm!

Chorus 1:

     F#           B                    F#            B
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#              B                       F#  B
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.
     F#           B                    F#            B
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#              B                       F#  B
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Verse 1: (DJ Bumbo Brown)

     F#              B
In a-London city and in a-New York,
          F#           B
There are no-go areas, after dark.
      F#                         B
I say muggers on the streets and thief in the park,
F#                           B
 Tramps 'pon the sidewalk; a dem a-sky lark.

F#                                B
 Some a catch the taxi, when they reach their spot,
    F#                                   B
Pre-tend to pay the driver and then they just run off.
       F#                                B
Some a argue with the driver and say the fare ain't right,
    F#                              B
The next thing you know' they got a kitchen knife.

Chorus 2:

     F#           B                    F#            B
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#              B                       F#  B
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Interlude:

F#  B (x2)

Break:

F# (n.C )
 To hail a cab you got to be fast,
You try to catch a taxi, but they just drive past.

Verse 2: (David Dread)

    F#                    B
The taxi-cab driver never stop for me,
         F#                  B
They got all kind of excuses up his sleeve.
     F#                      B
Some say they off duty; some say they not free,
    F#                    B
The taxi cab driver never stop for me.

   F#                      B
Be-cause of my dreadlocks, looking wild,
     F#                     B
They think I'm a mugger, or some bad guy.
F#                             B
 No they never stop, they just pass me by,
     F#                          B
They treat me like a leper who's left to die, yo!

Chorus 3:

F#            B                    F#            B
 Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
   F#                  B                       F#  B
No care how I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Break:

F#                       B              F#  B
 Excuse me mate, can you get me a taxi?
F#           B       F#     B
 Is that the driver? Boy... Jungle!

Interlude:

F#  B (x4)

Verse 3: (DJ Bumbo Brown)

            F# (n.C )
Well, I was walking with my son, who was just a child,
                                        B
And still the Taxi Driver wouldn't give me a ride.
F# (n.C )              B                               F# (n.C )
 He was caught by the traffic lights, and had to slow down,
                B                        F# (n.C )
So I opened the back door and sat my son down.
                     B                      F# (n.C )
So he tried his best to stop me from coming in,
                         B
I say move yourself man, and start your driving!

F#                         B
 He was very angry, but he asked; where to?
       F#                               B
I said take me to the station; my train leaving soon.
   F#                       B
So guess what he did to me, just for spite;
   F# (n.C )
He stopped at every single traffic light.

   F#                          B
He took the wrong turn and the long way, too,
   F#                          B
He stopped at the bar, just to use the loo.
     F#                           B
When I got to the station, it was all in vain;
     F#                         B
Good golly, good gosh, I say, I miss my train.

Coda:

F#                       B
 Me kick up the taxi, me kick up the taxi, driver,
F#                       B
 Me lick up the taxi, me lick up the taxi, driver.
F#                       B
 Me kick up the taxi, me kick up the taxi, driver,
F#                       B
 Me lick up the taxi, me lick up the taxi, driver.

F#                     B
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#                     B
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#                     B
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#                     B
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#                     B
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F# (n.c)
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping.




Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY