I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She''s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin'' little bottles of Love Potion No.9
I told her that I was a flop with chics
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 No.9”
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,
It 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 in sight
But when I kissed a cop down
onThirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
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 in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9