Haji was a punk

Just like any other boy

And he never had no trouble

'Til he started up his Oi band

Safe in the garage

Or singing in the tub

Till Haji went too far

And he plugged in at the pub

'Twas a cold Christmas Eve

When Trevor and the skins

Popped in for a pint

And to nick a back of crisps

Trevor liked the music

But not the unity

He unwound Haji's turban

And he knocked him to his knees

If god came down on Christmas Day

I know exactly what he'd say

He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins

But Oi to the world and everybody wins!"

Haji was a bloody mess

He ran out thru the crowd

He said "We'll meet again,

We are bloody, not unbowed"

Trevor called his bluff

And told him where to meet

Christmas day on the roof

Down at 20 Oxford street

If god came down on Christmas Day

I know exactly what he'd say

He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins

But Oi to the world and everybody wins!"

On the roof with the nun chucks

Trevor broke a lot of bones

But Haji had a sword like that guy in Indiana Jones

Police sirens wailing,

A bloody dying man

Haji was alone

And abandoned by his band

Trevor was there fading

And still so full of hate

When the skins left him there

And went down the fire escape (Oi! Oi!)

But then Haji saw the north star shining more then ever

So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor

Then repelled down the roof

With the rest of the turban

And went back to the pub

Where they bought each other bourbon

If god came down on Christmas Day

I know exactly what he'd say

He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins

But Oi to the world and everybody wins!"

If god came down on Christmas Day

I know exactly what he'd say

He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins

But Oi to the world and everybody wins!"