Lyrics

[Originally by Nick Lowe] Marie Provost did not look her best The day the cops broke into her lonely nest From the cheap hotels up on Hollywood West July 29 She'd been lying there for two or three weeks The neighbours said they'd never heard a squeak But hungry eyes that cannot speak Said even dogs have got to eat She was a winner that became a dog's dinner She never meant that much to me Whoah, poor Marie Marie Provost was a movie queen Mysterious angel of the silent screen And from the film into a young man's dream When Marie crossed that silent screen She came out west from old New York But when the talkies came she just couldn't cope Her public said "Marie take a walk All the way back to New York" She was a winner that became a dog's dinner She never meant that much to me Now I see, poor Marie Those Quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep As the nights grew long, the days grew bleak It's all downhill when you've passed your peak Marie got ready for that last big sleep The cops broke in and they looked all around Throwing up everywhere at what they found The handywork of the little dachshunds The hungry little dachshunds She was a winner that became a dog's dinner She never meant that much to me Now I see, poor Marie Poor Marie Poor Marie Poor, poor Marie Poor, poor Marie