Marie Provost

(アルバム： Jesus Of Cool - 1978)

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 lying there for two or three weeks
The neighbors 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 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

Oh 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 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 around
Throwing up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachs hound
That hungry little dachs hound

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