Love Potion

Number Nine

Love Potion

Number Nine

Love Potion

Number Nine

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 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

a magic sign

She said

"What you need is

Love Potion Number Nine"

She bent down

and turned around

and gave me a wink

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

When I kissed a cop

down on Thirty-Fourth

and Vine he broke

my little bottle of

Love Potion Number Nine

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 Thirty-Fourth

and Vine he broke

my little bottle of

Love Potion Number Nine

Love Potion Number Nine

Love Potion Number Nine

Love Potion Number Nine