I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad on 34th and Vine Selling little bottles of love potion number nine I told her that I was a flop with chicks 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 mix 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 it was a day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop at 34th 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 it was a day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop at 34th and Vine He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine Love potion number nine Love potion number nine