Love Potion Number 9

I took my troubles down to Madame Rue

You know that gypsy with the gold-capped 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

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