Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her loneli-ness
In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West
July Twenty Nine
She'd been lying there for two or three weeks
The neighbours said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
Said even little doggies have got to eat
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Who oh oh oh oh poor Ma-rie
Marie Provost was a movie queen
Mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen
Woah she came out west from New York
But when the talkies came Mar-ie just couldn't cope
The public said Mar-ie take a walk
All the way back to New York
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
But now I see poor Mar-ie
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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
Marie got ready for that last big sleep
The cops came in and they looked a-round
Throwing up everywhere over what they'd found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachs-hund
That hungry little dachshund!
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Who oh oh oh oh poor Ma-rie
Poor Ma-rie
Poor Ma-rie
Poor poor Ma-rie
Poor Ma-rie
Poor Ma-rie