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 singin' 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 bag of crisps Trevor liked the music but not the unity He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees (Chorus) 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 on 20 Oxford Street (Chorus) On the roof with the nunchucks Trevor broke a lot of bones But Haji had a sword like that guy on 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 than ever So he made a torniquet from his turban saving Trevor They repelled down the roof with the rest of the turban And went down to the pub where they bought each other bourbon (Chorus *2)