Marie Provost

Marie Provost did not look her best

The day the cops bust into her lonely nest

In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West

July 29



She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks

The neighbors said they never heard a squeak

For hungry eyes that could not speak

Said even little doggie's have got to eat

　

She was the winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

Woe, poor Marie

　

Marie Provost was a movie queen

Mysterious angel of the silent screen

And run like the wind the nation's young men steam

When Marie crossed the silent screen



Oh she came out west from New York

But when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope

Her public said Marie take a walk

All the way back to New York

　

She was the winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

But now I see, poor Marie



Those Quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep

As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak

It's all downhill once you've passed your peak

Mary got ready for that last big sleep



The cops came in and they looked around

Throwing up everywhere over what they found

The handywork of Marie's little dachshund

That hungry little dachshund



She was the winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

Woe, poor Marie



Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie

Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie