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 on Thirty-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