I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth, you know that gypsy with the gold cat too. She's got a star, a ditty for a night, sunny little battle zone, love potion number nine. Love potion number nine. I told her that I was in love with chicks, I've been away since nine in seven or six. She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign, said once again that for a year, 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 hung my nose, 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 the cop's town and killed him on the spot, he broke my little bottle up. Love potion number nine. Yeah. Ooh. Ooh. I gotta get my hands on it. Yeah. I gotta get, gonna go. Love potion. Love potion. Love potion number nine.