I I took my trouble down to Madam Ruth
You know that gypsy with the old capped tooth
She's got a pad down at thirty fourth and nine
Sellin' little bottle of love potion number nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since nineteen fifty six
She looked at my palm and she made her magic sigh
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 mix it up right here in the sink
It smelled like turpentine and looked like
Indian ink
I help my nose
I close 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 the cop down at thirty fourth and nine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine

I held my nose
I close 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 the cop down at thirty fourth and nine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine love potion number nine love potion number nine love potion number nine