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