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Kaw-Liga (Prairiemix)

The Residents
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Golijah! Poor old Golijah, he never got a kiss Poor old Golijah, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red? Golijah, that poor wooden head Golijah was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid, oh, in the antique store 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 Golijah was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maid With the cold, cold, coal-black hair 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 Indian maid And took her oh so far away, but old Golijah stayed Just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree Poor old Golijah, he never got a kiss Poor old Golijah, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red? Golijah, that poor wooden head Poor old Goliath He never got a kiss Poor old Goliath He don't know what he missed Is it any wonder That his face is ripped? Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath, you're that poor old wooden head Goliath!