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

Sellin' 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 kissin' 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 kissin' 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