I
took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold cat too
She's got a pad down 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 make it up right here
in the sink 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 kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed that cop down on 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 if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight But
when I kissed that cop down on 34th and
Vine He broke my little bottle of love potion
number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine