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

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 bloodied yet 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 nunchucks Trevor broke a lot of bones

But Haji had a sword like the 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 then ever

So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor

and rapelled off 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!”