Love Potion No.9

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
Shes got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chics
Ive 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 'Im 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 didnt know if it was day or night
I started kissin 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 didnt know if it was day or night
I started kissin 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