Marie Provost - Nick Lowe

Mary 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 couid not speak

Said even little doggie’s have got to eat

She was a winner

The became the doggie’s dinner

She never meant that much to me

(But now I see) Oh poor Mary

Mary Provost was a movie queen

Mysterious angel of the silent screen

And run like the wind

The nation’s young men steam

When Mary crossed the silent screen

Oh she came out west from New York

But when the talkies came

Mary just couldn’t cope

Her public said Mary take a walk

All the way back to New York

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

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 Mary’s little dachshund

That hungry little dachshund