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
Sellin' Little Bottles Of Love Potion Number Nine
I Told Her That I Was A Flop With Chics
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, 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 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 Didn't 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