I took my Troubles Down To Madame Ruth
You Know That Gypsy With The Gold-capped Tooth
She's Got A Pad Down At 34th And Vine
Sellin' little Bottles of
Love Potion Number Nine

I Told Her That I Was A Flop With Chicks
I'd 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 And Looked Like India 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 The Cop Down At 34th And Vine
He Broke My Little Bottle Of
Love Potion Number Nine

Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine