Love potion number nine

      I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth
      You know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
      She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine
      Sell in 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 and 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
      
      Love Potion Number Nine,
      Love Potion Number Nine
      Love Potion Number Nine