I took my trouble down to madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with gold-capped tooth
She lives on the bloc down on thirty-fourth and vine
Selling little bottles of
Love potion number nine
I told her that i was a flop with chicks
I've been this way from nineteen fifty-six
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
Said uh what you need is
Love potion number nine
She bent down and turned around and give me a wink
She said I'm gonna mix 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 a cop on the thirty-four and vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love potion number nine