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 No.9

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 No.9”

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
onThirty-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 on
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