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
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 looking girl was kissing 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
Living 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