I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
Now she's got a pair of dine and thirty-fourth of wine
Sellin' little bottles of
Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was in 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 wing
She said,
I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sing
It smelled like turpentine and 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 inside
But when I kissed the cop down at thirty-fourth and wine
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 inside
But when I kissed the cop down at thirty-fourth and wine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Well,
she bent down and turned around and gave me a wing She said,
I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sing
It smelled like turpentine and 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 inside
But when I kissed the cop down at thirty-fourth and wine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine