Love Potion No.9

I took my troubles down to Madame Rough

You know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth

She's got a pad down at 34th and Vine

Sellin' little bottles of

Love potion #9

I told her that I was a flop with chicks

I been this way since 1956

She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign

She said what ya' need is

Love potion #9

She bent down and turn around and gave me a wink

She said I'm gonna' make it up right here in the sink

It smelled like turpentine and looked like India 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 kissing everything in sight

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

He broke my little bottle of

Love potion #9

Love potion #9

Love potion #9

Love potion #9