Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Curtis
Chris Curtis
Batterie
John McNally
John McNally
Guitare rythmique
Mike Pender
Mike Pender
Chant
Tony Jackson
Tony Jackson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jerry Leiber
Jerry Leiber
Paroles/Composition
Mike Stoller
Mike Stoller
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Searchers
The Searchers
Production
Ray Prickett
Ray Prickett
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tony Hatch
Tony Hatch
Production

Paroles

I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
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 Number Nine
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 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 34th 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 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Written by: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
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