I took my troubles
down to Madam Rue
You know that gypsy
with the gold capped tooth
She's got a pad
down on 34th and Vine
Selling little bottles
of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that
I was a flop with chicks
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
and 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 kissin'
everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop
down on 34th 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 kissin'
everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop
down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle
of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine