(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)