I took my troubles down to Madame Ruece
You know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth
She's got a pad on 34th and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No.9
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said what you need is Love Potion No.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 smells like turpentine and looks like India ink
I help my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed the cop at 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9

Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9