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 sinces 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