The French Inhaler Songtext
von Warren Zevon

How′re you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working
When your fingers are slender and frail
How′re you going to get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale

Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering lights
You must try again till you get it right
Maybe you′ll wind up with someone different every night

All these people with no home to go home to
They′d all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I would, too

But tell me
How're you gonna make your way in the world, woman
When you weren′t cut out for working
And you can't concentrate
And you always show up late


You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are
I thought you′d be a star
So I drank up all the money
Yes, I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar

Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something death brought in his suitcase

Your Pretty Face
It looked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped and mailed her
"So long, Norman"
She said, "So long, Norman"