Kaw-Liga was
a wooden lndian
standin' by the door
He fell in love
with an lndian maiden
over in the
antique store
Kaw-Liga...
well he just stood there
and never let it show
Cos he could never
answer yes or no
no no no no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he don't know what
he missed
Is it any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw-Liga
that poor ol' wooden head
He always wore his
Sunday feathers
and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore
her beads and braids
and hoped someday
he'd talk
Kaw-Liga...
well he stood there
as lonely as can be
Cause his heart
was an ol' pine knotty tree
tree tree tree
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he don't know what
he missed
Is it any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw-Liga
that poor ol' wooden head
And then one day
a wealthy customer
bought the lndian maid
He took her oh so far away
but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga....
yo ho...
Well he stood there
and never let it show
cos he could never
answer yes or no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he don't know what
he missed
Is it any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw-Liga
that poor ol' wooden head