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Verse 1
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Colliger was a
wooden Indian
standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
older in the antique store
Colliger just stood there
So she could never answer yes or no
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He always wore his Sunday feathers
and held a Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
and hoped someday he'd talk
Colliger!
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He struggled to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made
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Poor old Colliger,
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he never got a kiss
he don't know what he'd miss
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Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Colliger, that poor old wooden
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head
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Colliger was a lonely Indian
never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden
with the cold black heart.
Collagia just stood there
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So she could never answer yes or no.
And then one day, a wealthy customer
bought the Indian babe
and took her all so far away,
but old Collagia stayed.
Collagen just stands there
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And wishes he was still an old pine tree
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Poor old Collagen, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
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Is it any wonder that his face is red,
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Collage of that poor old wooden head?
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