I took my troubles down to madame rue
You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth
She's got a storm down on thirty fourth and vine
Selling little bottles of love
Love potion number nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been that way since 1966
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 makes 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
Love potion number nine
