I took my troubles down to madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth
She's got a pad down at thirty-fourth and vine
Sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine

I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I been this way since nineteen fiftysix
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said "Watcha 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 India 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 at thirtyfourth and vine
he broke my little bottle of 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 India ink
I held my nose and 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 at thirtyfourth and vine
he broke my little bottle of 
love potion number nine
love potion number nine
love potion number nine
love potion number nine
love potion number nine