Tom Stompin K D 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. Chorus 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. Chorus: 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! Chorus:
