I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine.
I told her that I was a folp with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
Said "what you need is love potion No.9
She bend down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said"I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine,it looked like Indian ink.
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
but when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Gourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
She bend down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said"I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine,it looked like Indian ink.
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
but when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Gourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9