Haji was a punk just like any other boy

And he never had no trouble till 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 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 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)

And then Haji saw the north star shining more then ever

So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor

They 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)