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You've got to be a millionaire
Or some kind of petty bourgeoisie
Anytime you're living here
In this country
You've got to be a skullduggery
Making you money illicitly
To live like somebody
In this country
It's outrageous and insane
Them crazy prices import of Spain
And like the merchants going out their brain
And the working man like he only toiling in vain
Well you ever hear
A television for seven thousand
Quarter million for a little piece of land
A pair of sneakers, two hundred dollars
Eighty, ninety thousand for motor cars
At last, here in Trinidad
We see, capitalism gone mad
It's sad, and getting more bad
Because due to
Capitalism gone mad
To provide for your family
Today on your present salary
Is an impossibility
In this country
So many bills to pay
There is no conceivable way
To save for a rainy day
In this country
Avariciousness, to be precise
Is why every damn thing, so overpriced
Big business making everybody feel
Government give them an open licence to steal
Would you believe me
One nylon panty, is ninety-ninety
Twenty dollars for some baby milk
The cheapest jersey, cost over sixty
Two hundred and change a yard for silk
It's hard, here in Trinidad
Lord have mercy
Capitalism gone mad
It's sad, things getting more bad
Oh lord
Capitalism gone mad
To buy a pack of cigarette
Does leave you with a hole in your wallet
And money is so hard to get
In this country
Necessity or luxuries
It doesn't matter what the item is
They charging anything they please
In this country
Primary schoolbooks prices loom