(spoken)

They said he was a talent scout

In a big, long, fancy car

He came through town, took my baby away

Said he'd make him a star



(sing)

He took him off to Hollywood

And not once did he write

I saw his name on a marquee sign

I went to see his picture last night

And I left my heart in the balcony

Last row, third seat

I couldn't take it anymore

So I left my heart in the balcony

And my teardrops on the floor



On a wide, wide screen in Cinemascope

And Technicolor too

Some good lookin' girl was kissin' his lips

The lips that I once knew

And I left my heart in the balcony

Last row, third seat

I couldn't take it anymore

So I left my heart in the balcony

And my teardrops on the floor



Well, he's a star now and he's gone for good

Livin' in a mansion in Hollywood

That movie queen, she stole my guy

Whe I pass the theatre I have to cry

'Cause I left my heart in the balcony

Last row, third seat

I couldn't take it anymore

So I left my heart in the balcony

And my teardrops on the floor

(oh-oh)