The Residents - Kaw-Liga lyrics

[Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Verse 1] Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian Standing over by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid Over in the antique store Kaw-Liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "yes" or "no" He always wore his Sunday feathers And held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids And hoped someday he'd talk Too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart is made of knotty pine [Verse 2] Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden With the coal black hair Kaw-Liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "yes" or "no" And then one day, a wealthy customer Bought the Injun maid And took her, oh, so far away But old Kaw-Liga stayed Standin' there, as lonesome as can be Just wishing he were still an old pine tree [Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Outro] Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head