Love Potion No. 9

I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth

You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth

She's got a stall at 34th and Vine

Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number 9

I told her that I was a flop with chicks

I've been this way since 1976

She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign

Said "What you need my boy is Love Potion Number 9"

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 and looked like indian ink

I held my nose, closed my eyes

I took a drink

I didn't know if it was day or night

I startet kissing everything in sight

But when I kissed a cop down at 34th and Vine

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number 9