Minni-ha-cha was the name of the maid
That was old Kawliga's gal
The customer took far far away
But Kawliga's with her now
Minni-ha-cha
She left a trail for ol' wooden head to find
Now ol' Kawliga's with her all the time

She dropped her beads along the way
To make a trail for him
She knew if ol Kawliga stayed her life would be so grim
Minni-ha-cha
How she loved that poor ol' wooden head
The man of knotty pine with a face so red
Minni-ha-cha

Years have passed and now at last they got Papoose by the score
Kawliga beats his old tom tom while she sweeps the floor
Minni-ha-cha
She works her fingers to the bone
While ol' Kawliga sings an Indian song
Minni-ha-cha

Now you've heard the story about a wooden head affair
An Indian with a tomahawk and a maiden with the coal black hair
Minni-ha-cha
They're as happy as anyone can be
‘Cause they're together and have a family
Minni-ha-cha