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 chicks.
I'd been this way since nineteen fifty-six.
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 and looked like India 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 the 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 the cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine,
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine.

Love Potion Number Nine (3x)