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