Collagio, Collagio
Collagio was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Collagio
Just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his son to feathers and he hailed at Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Collagio
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of gold
Not a pine
Poor old Collagio, he never got a kiss
Poor old Collagio, he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder that his face is red
Collagio, that poor old wooden head
Collagio was a lonely Indian
He never went to bed
Nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Collagio
Just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
And then one day a wealthy customer bought that Indian maid
And took her oh so far away
But don't you know she was a good girl
And the old Collagio stayed
Collagio
Just stands there lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old Collagio, he never got a kiss
Poor old Collagio, he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder that his face is red


Collagio, that poor old wooden head