Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antiques store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there, and never let it show
'Cause she could never answer yes or no

Well he always wore his Sunday feathers, he held his tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pinе

Well, poor ol' Kaw-Liga, never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hе don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian and he never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden and the coal-black hair

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there and never let it show
'Cause she could never answer yes or no
But then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And he took her oh-so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, ooh

Just stands there, as lonely as can be
Well he wishes he were still an ol' pine tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he's missed
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, the poor ol' wooden head