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

Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw)
Just stood there, sayin' he never let it show
Oh, he could never answer yes or no, no, n-no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head

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

Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw)
Just stood there, sayin' he never showed a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine, pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head

And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw)
Just stood there and never let it show
Oh, he could never answer yes or no, no, n-no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head