I took my trouble down to madam Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth She?s got a pad down at thirty fourth and wine Sellin? little bottles of love potion number nine I told her I was a flop with chicks I?ve been this way since nineteen fifty six 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 an gave me a wind She said I?m gonna mix it rp right here in the sink It smelled like turpentine and looked like Indian and 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 the cop down at thirty fourth and wine He broke my little bottles of love potion number nine Love potion number nine, love potion number nine