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 flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and
she made a magic sign
She said "What you need is
love potion number nine"
She bent 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- Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion
Number Nine
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- Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love
Potion Number Nine
Love potion number nine
Love Potion number nine
Love Potion number nine