I Took My Troubles Down To Madame Ruth 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 Chics 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 Number Nine'
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, It 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 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