Intro:

(Spoken):

    F#5                 B5
Now hear this crowd of people;
           F#5                   B5
I man well vex and just have fe big up me chest,
         F#5                           B5
'Cos the Taxi Driver don't have no re-spect.
F#5               B5        F#5             B5
 Want I fe catch bus, hop truck and ride bike,
    F#5                             B5
And stand up on the road and hitch hike.
            F#5                 B5                  F#5          B5
But dem deh things can't go on, 'cos Natty Dread... ride the storm!

Chorus 1:

     F#5           B5                    F#5            B5
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#5              B5                       F#5  B5
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.
     F#5           B5                    F#5            B5
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#5              B5                       F#5  B5
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Verse 1: (DJ Bumbo Brown)

     F#5              B5
In a-London city and in a-New York,
          F#5           B5
There are no-go areas, after dark.
      F#5                         B5
I say muggers on the streets and thief in the park,
F#5                           B5
 Tramps 'pon the sidewalk; a dem a-sky lark.

F#5                                B5
 Some a catch the taxi, when they reach their spot,
    F#5                                   B5
Pre-tend to pay the driver and then they just run off.
       F#5                                B5
Some a argue with the driver and say the fare ain't right,
    F#5                              B5
The next thing you know' they got a kitchen knife.

Chorus 2:

     F#5           B5                    F#5            B5
Taxi Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
     F#5              B5                       F#5  B5
When-ever I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Interlude:

F#5  B5 (x2)

Break:

F#5 (n.C5 )
 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#5                    B5
The taxi-cab driver never stop for me,
         F#5                  B5
They got all kind of excuses up his sleeve.
     F#5                      B5
Some say they off duty; some say they not free,
    F#5                    B5
The taxi cab driver never stop for me.

   F#5                      B5
Be-cause of my dreadlocks, looking wild,
     F#5                     B5
They think I'm a mugger, or some bad guy.
F#5                             B5
 No they never stop, they just pass me by,
     F#5                          B5
They treat me like a leper who's left to die, yo!

Chorus 3:

F#5            B5                    F#5            B5
 Driver, (dri-ver), won't stop for me, (stop for me).
   F#5                  B5                       F#5  B5
No care how I flag him down, he won't stop for me.

Break:

F#5                       B5              F#5  B5
 Excuse me mate, can you get me a taxi?
F#5           B5       F#5     B5
 Is that the driver? Boy... Jungle!

Interlude:

F#5  B5 (x4)

Verse 3: (DJ Bumbo Brown)

            F#5 (n.C5 )
Well, I was walking with my son, who was just a child,
                                        B5
And still the Taxi Driver wouldn't give me a ride.
F#5 (n.C5 )              B5                               F#5 (n.C5 )
 He was caught by the traffic lights, and had to slow down,
                B5                        F#5 (n.C5 )
So I opened the back door and sat my son down.
                     B5                      F#5 (n.C5 )
So he tried his best to stop me from coming in,
                         B5
I say move yourself man, and start your driving!

F#5                         B5
 He was very angry, but he asked; where to?
       F#5                               B5
I said take me to the station; my train leaving soon.
   F#5                       B5
So guess what he did to me, just for spite;
   F#5 (n.C5 )
He stopped at every single traffic light.

   F#5                          B5
He took the wrong turn and the long way, too,
   F#5                          B5
He stopped at the bar, just to use the loo.
     F#5                           B5
When I got to the station, it was all in vain;
     F#5                         B5
Good golly, good gosh, I say, I miss my train.

Coda:

F#5                       B5
 Me kick up the taxi, me kick up the taxi, driver,
F#5                       B5
 Me lick up the taxi, me lick up the taxi, driver.
F#5                       B5
 Me kick up the taxi, me kick up the taxi, driver,
F#5                       B5
 Me lick up the taxi, me lick up the taxi, driver.

F#5                     B5
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#5                     B5
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#5                     B5
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#5                     B5
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#5                     B5
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping,
F#5 (n.c)
 Not stopping, they're just not stopping.




Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY