| Haji was a punk just like any other boy
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| And he never had no trouble 'til he started up his Oi band
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| Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
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| 'Til Haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub
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| 'Twas a cold Christmas Eve when Trevor and the skins
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| Popped in for a pint and to nick a bag of crisps
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| Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
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| He unwound Haji’s turban and he knocked him to his knees
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| If God came down on Christmas Day
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| I know exactly what He’d say
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| He’d say «Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
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| But Oi to the world and everybody wins»
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| Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out thru the crowd
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| He said «We'll meet again we are bloody but not unbowed»
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| Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet
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| Christmas day on the roof down at 20 Oxford Street
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| If God came down on Christmas Day
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| I know exactly what He’d say
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| He’d say «Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
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| But Oi to the world and everybody wins»
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| On the roof with the nun chucks Trevor broke a lot of bones
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| But Haji had a sword like that guy in Indiana Jones
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| Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying man
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| Haji was alone and abandoned by his band
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| Trevor was there fading and still so full of hate
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| When the skins left him there and went down the fire escape
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| (Oi! Oi!)
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| But then Haji saw the north star shining more then ever
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| So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor
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| They repelled down the roof with the rest of the turban
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| And went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon
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| If God came down on Christmas Day
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| I know exactly what He’d say
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| He’d say «Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
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| But Oi to the world and everybody wins»
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| If God came down on Christmas Day
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| I know exactly what He’d say
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| He’d say «Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
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| But Oi to the world and everybody wins»
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| (Oi! Oi!) |