Big Boned Gal - K.D. Lang

she was a big boned gal

from southern alberta

you just couldn’t call her small

and you can bet every saturday night

she’d be heading for the legion hall

put her blue dress on and she’d curl her hair

oh she’s been waiting all week

and with a bounce in her step

and a wiggle in her walk

she’d be swinging down the street

you could tell she was ready

by the look in her eye

as she slipped in through the crowd

she walked with grace

as she entered the place

ya, the big boned gal was proud

hey hey the big boned gal

ain’t no doubt hse’s a natural

shakin' and a’snakin'

and a’breakin' up across the floor

hey hey the big boned gal

ain’t no doubt she’s a natural

reelin' and a’rockin'

and she’s yelling out for more

now people would come

from miles around

and gather there to dance

but when the big boned gal came shufflin' in she’d hold them in a trance