I took my troubles down to madame Rue
You know that Gypsy with a gold-cap tooth?
She's got a pad on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' 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 9"
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said "I'm gonna mix 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 it was day or night
I started kissin' everthing in sight
But when I kissed a cop at 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 it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine