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 close 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~