I took my troubles
Down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy
With the gold-capped tooth
She's got a storefront
At Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of
Love potion number nine
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
Love potion number nine
She bent down and turned
Around and gave me a wink
She said I'm gonna mix 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 at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottles of
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Serve it up
And drink it down
Serve it up
And drink it down
Serve it up
And drink it down
Serve it up
And drink it down
Serve it up
And drink it down
