Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine
I took my troubles
down to Madame Rue
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 Number Nine
I told her that
I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way
since nineteen
fifty-six
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
Said "I'm gonna
make it up
right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine
and 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
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
Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine