I Took My Troubles Down To Baton Rouge I took my troubles down to Baton Rouge She's a gypsy with a gold tattoo And she's got a hat down at 42nd lawn She sells a little box of Love Potion No. 9 Love Potion No. 9 I told her that I was a crock with hips I've been this way since 1966 She looked at my palms and she made a mind to sign She said, watch me, baby It's Love Potion No. 9 Love Potion No. 9 She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said, I'm gonna make sin, I'm not hearing a thing It smelled like turpentine and looked like it's day ending I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink But I didn't know if it would stay all night I started kissing every man in sight But when I kissed the cop down at 42nd lawn He broke my little bottle Love Potion No. 9 Love Potion No. 9 She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said, I'm gonna make sin, I'm not hearing a thing It smelled like turpentine and looked like it's day ending I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink But I didn't know if it would stay all night I started kissing every man in sight But when I kissed the cop down at 42nd lawn But when I kissed the cop down at 42nd lawn He broke my little bottle Love Potion No. 9 Love Potion No. 9 Oh, you gotta give me Oh, just take it down Gotta give me some Love Potion No. 9 Oh, I gotta drink my wine Oh, being a man can feel so fine Oh, being a man can feel so fine Oh, being a man can feel so fine