I took my troubles
down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy
with the golden tooth
She's lives on a block down of
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of
Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I'd been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm
and she made a magic sign
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
It 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 in sight
But when I kissed a cop
down on Thirty-Fourth 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 in sight
But when I kissed a cop
down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
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
It 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 in sight
But when I kissed a cop
down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine