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.