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

Selling 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 kissing 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 kissing 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