Love potion No.9
Sung by The Seachers
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.