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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!"
Oi! Oi!
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