Haji was a punk just like any other boy And he never had no trouble until he started up his Oi band, safe in the garage or singing in the tub. Till Haji went to 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 So he unwound Haji's turban and 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 through the crowd he said "we'll meet again we are bloody but not unbowed" Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet Christmas day on the roof down 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
But then Haji saw the north star shining more then ever So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor the 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!"
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