Kawliga was a wooden indian standing by the door

He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store

Kawliga a too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor ol kawliga he never got a kiss

Poor ol kawliga he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red

Kawliga that poor ol wooden head

Kawliga was a lonely indian never went nowhere

His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair

Kawliga a just stands there as lonely as can be

Because his heart was made of knotty tree

Poor ol kawliga he never got a kiss

Poor ol kawliga he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red

Kawliga that poor ol wooden head

Kaw liga always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk

The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped

Kaw liga just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no

Poor ol' kaw liga 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 Indian maid

He took her oh so far away but ol' KawLiga stayed

Kaw liga just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no

Poor ol' kaw liga 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