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: