I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy with the gold cap too
She's got a pad down a very floatin' vine
Sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine
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 right decide
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 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 kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed the cop down on
34th 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 the cop down on 34th vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine