I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion #9

I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I'd been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said 'What you need boy is Love Potion #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 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 kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #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 a cop down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9
Love Potion #9
Love Potion #9
Love Potion #9