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 Number Nine
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 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-Gourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love potion Number Nine
Love potion Number Nine
Love potion Number Nine