I took my troubles
down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy
with the
gold-capped tooth
She's got a stall
found on Thirty-Fourth
and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of
Love Potion
Number Nine
Love Potion
Number Nine
I told her that
I was a flop
with chicks
I've been that way
since nineteen sixty six
she looked at my palm
and she made
a magic sign
She said
"What you need is
Love Potion
Number Nine"
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
Well 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
Save it up
And bring it down
Save it up
And bring it down
Save it up
And bring it down
Save it up
And bring it down
Save it up
And bring it down
Save it up