I took my troubles down to Madame Rue,
You know that gypsy with the rusted tooth,
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No. 9.
I told her that I was a flop with chicks,
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 No. 9.
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 that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine,
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9.
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 that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine,
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9.
Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9