KD Lang

Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-

On the banks of the Gooseberry lake

There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-

She's as mild as a wild Irish wake

Like a thorn she was born to be contrary

Like a boy's was her joy raising cain.

The wildest rose that ever drove on the prairie

behind the wheel of a big truckload of grain.

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Little k little d little l-a-n-g-Her name was just plain kd lang

But her main claim to fame was how she sang with a twang

And jumped around like a 'rangytang-lady k.d. lang

k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped around like a 'rangytang-

lady k.d.lang.

>From her home down in consort Alberta

near the tracks of that old railroad line

With her hair she could scare old Medusa,

While she sang like a young Patsy Cline.

It wasn't long till her songs got her landed

On the stage with those outrageous clothes-

There were skirts over shirts, boots, and trousers,

Hangin down from this wild Alberta Rose.

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Now she toured north and south of the border-

And recorded with many famous names...

Though her style it was wild and outrageous,

Her star just kept rising to fame-

With her voice that was new and exciting,

She was called to those Juno awards

She made a leap on the stage and she got one

And took it home to Alberta, Boy George!

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