I took my troubles down to Madame Rue. You know, that gypsy with the goat tattoo. She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine. Sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine. I told her that I was a flop with chicks. Hopped in this place since 1956. She looked at my bum 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 inside. But when I kissed a 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 kissin' everything inside. But when I kissed a cop down on 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.