I took my troubles down to Madame Rue 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 and 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