I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down at 34th 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 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 make 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 if it was day or night I started kissin' everything in sight But when I kissed the cop down at 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine
