Mary Provost by J Church 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
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