You askin' me what is wrong with Trinidad
You can't understand why things gone so bad
You find we so rich in human resources
And yet the country going to pieces

Well, let me tell you, my friend, where we went wrong
After Eric Williams old car break down
We called in NAR, we ordered a next car
And installed a new driver

With 33 p***engers from the party
We gave him a maxi-taxi
Fitted with mag wheels, tape deck and computer
Air conditioned, eight cylinder

With posh new fittings this maxi car arrived
Then it start to swerve and nosedive
It took a year for p***engers to realize
(They say)
The new driver cannot drive

Well, of the 33 chosen p***engers
Ramnath, Panday, Humphrey and Sudama
They wouldn't let the poor drive in peace
They distracting him and wouldn't cease

While he driving they hittin' him some big clout
So he stopped the maxi and put them out
And to discuss their fate
They went to drink up straight by a Club called 88

The driver called his sweet mouth friend Flash Gordon
To give him some drivin' lessons
Flash appoint himself as the conductor
He pushin' 'round them p***engers

Meanwhile the car runnin' 'bout helter skelter
Pedestrians started to scatter
Ellis Clarke had to jump and run to stay alive
(He say)
The new driver cannot drive

You questioning me so much 'bout the driver
You want proof to show he can't maneuver
Well, boy, the first month he get this drivin' job
You know the man bounce down poor Euric Bobb

He swerving so much John Humphrey get frightened
John ask him where he buy his license
And while the car swervin' John Humphrey tryin'
To hold onto the steering

Well, some school children by the road run like hell
They lose their lunch and books as well
He drivin' on the fast Neal and M***y lane
And pelt Mr. Cola straight in the drain

He slam the brakes on them old public servants
Some get injured, no insurance
Then he tie them up in bonds that he connived
(They say)
The new driver cannot drive

He lost his way by the I.M.F. station
And asking a Yankee for direction
And like a vagrant he beggin' all who p***engers
To buy back some of his oil and gas

NJAC warn him that his new battery corrode
And not to p*** on the I.M.F. road
But he ent listening, he drop asleep driving
And I.M.F. thieves rob him

Well, Lloyd Best sheltering rain under a shop
He refuse to give Lloyd a drop
Preddie and Melody flag down the taxi
He p*** them straight and pick up Gypsy

Some say he going to crash the care before long
He can't see 1991
Karl staying far from the driver just to survive
(Karl know)
The new driver cannot drive