Lyrics:

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