I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. You know that gypsy with the gold-capped teeth. We lost you on Madame Ruth. You got too soft, Bill. Keep singing out. You're gonna break this. And everyone, ha-um, ha-um. Don't get any softer on any one of those cuts. This is it. This is the tempo, and that's the groove. Okay? Take 16. One, two, one, two, three. I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. You know that gypsy with the gold-capped teeth. 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. I had so much fun that I'm going back again. I wonder what'll happen with love potion number ten. Love potion number nine. Love potion number nine.