i took my troubles down to madame ruth
you know that gypsy with the goldcapped tooth
she’s got a pad down on thirtyfourth and vine
sellin’ little bottles of love potion number nine
i told her that i was a flop with chics
i’ve been this way since 956
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 thirtyfourth 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 thirtyfourth and vine
he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine
love potion number nine
love potion number nine
love potion number nine
Artist: The Clovers
Year: 1959
Decade: 50s
Language: en
Word Count: 115