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 |