I took my troubles down to Madame Rue. You know that gypsy with the gold cat too. She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine. Selling little bottles of love potion on the night. 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 number nine. She bent down and turned around and gave me a wing. 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 kissing everything in sight. But when I kissed that cop down on 34th 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 kissing everything in sight. But when I kissed that cop down on 34th and Vine, he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine. Love potion number nine. Love potion number nine. Love potion number nine.