Love Potion No. 9

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth

You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth

We lost you on Madame Ruth, you got too soft, Bill

Keep singing out

And everyone, hum, hum

You don't get any softer on any one of those cuts

This is it, this is the tempo and that's the groove

Okay?

Take sixteen

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth

You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth

She's got a pad 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 mix it up right here in the sink"

It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink

I held my nose, I closed my eyes

I took a drink

I didn't know it was the day or night

I started kissing everything in sight

But when I kissed a cop at 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 it was the day or night

I started kissing everything in sight

I had so much fun that I'm going back again

I wonder what'd happen with love potion number ten

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine