Performer Searchers Title Love potion number nine Lyrictext
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth 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 chics 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 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, it 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 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