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 doggies have got to eat

She was a winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

Whoa, 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

Whoa, 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 a winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

But now I see, poor Marie

Those twin balms 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

Marie got ready for that last big sleep

The cops came in and they looked around

Throwin' up everywhere over what they found

The handy work of Marie's little dachshund

That hungry little dachshund

She was a winner

That became the doggie's dinner

She never meant that much to me

Whoa, poor Marie

Poor Marie

Poor Marie

Poor, poor Marie

Poor Marie

Poor Marie

Poor Marie