Nick Lowe song about Marie Provost who died and her little doggie ate her.
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Nick Lowe Lyrics
"Marie Provost"
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"
sorry it wasn't a cat