Circle left
Kawliga, was a wooden Indian standing over by the door
Fell in love with an Indian maid over by the antique store
Walk around your corner lady
Seesaw round your girl
Left allemande your corner, weave around the world
Poor old Kawliga, he never got a kiss
Swing your lady round and all promenade
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kawliga, that poor old wooden head

Heads square thru count me 4 hands & go
Meet your corner lady, a dosado
Touch 1/4, then scoot back for me
Boys run, a right & left thru
Send her back dixie style, make an ocean wave
Boys cross fold, swing & promenade
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kawliga, that poor old wooden head

Sides promenade travel halfway around
Down the middle and pass the ocean there, extend
Swing thru for me, those boys run right
Couples circulate and ferris wheel
A double pass thru, cloverleaf & go
Centers pass thru, swing & promenade
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kawliga, that poor old wooden head

Four ladies chain go straight across the ring
Turn and chain those ladies right back home again
Put the ladies back to back, the men you promenade
Around the outside track and do a dopaso
Partner left and corner right
Partner left and then
Keep that gal and now you promenade her home
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kawliga, that poor old wooden head