Lyrics:

I took my troubles down to Madame Rue,
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth.
She's got a storefront at Thirty-Fourth and Vine,
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine.
Love potion Number Nine.
I told her that I was a flop with chics.
I've been that way since 1956.
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign,
She said 'What you need is Love Potion Number Nine'.
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 bottles of Love Potion Number Nine.
Love potion Number Nine.
Serve it up, and drink it down.