(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)