I took my troubles down to
Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the
gold-capped tooth
She`s got a pad down at
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin` little bottles of
Love Potion No.9
I told her that I was a
flop with the chicks
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 mix 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
But when I kissed a cop down at
Thirty-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 at
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