| Song | Marie Provost |
| Artist | Nick Lowe |
| Album | Quiet Please... The New Best Of Nick Lowe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lowe | |
| 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 lyin' there for two or three weeks | |
| The neighbors said they never heard a squeak | |
| For hungry eyes that could not speak | |
| Said even little doggie's have got to eat | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie's dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, 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 the 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 | |
| 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 Marie's little dachshund | |
| That hungry little dachshund | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie's dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie |
| zuo ci : Lowe | |
| 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 lyin' there for two or three weeks | |
| The neighbors said they never heard a squeak | |
| For hungry eyes that could not speak | |
| Said even little doggie' s have got to eat | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie' s dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, 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 the 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 | |
| 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 Marie' s little dachshund | |
| That hungry little dachshund | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie' s dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie |
| zuò cí : Lowe | |
| 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 lyin' there for two or three weeks | |
| The neighbors said they never heard a squeak | |
| For hungry eyes that could not speak | |
| Said even little doggie' s have got to eat | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie' s dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, 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 the 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 | |
| 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 Marie' s little dachshund | |
| That hungry little dachshund | |
| She was the winner | |
| That became the doggie' s dinner | |
| She never meant that much to me | |
| Woe, poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie | |
| Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie |