(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)