I took my troubles down to
Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with
the gold capped tooth
She's got a pad down on
Thirty Fourth and Vine
Selling 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 kissing
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 kissing
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