I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of Love Potion No. 9
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been that way since nineteen ninety six
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
Said, "What you need is a bottle of Love Potion No. 9"
She bent down, turned around and gave me a wink
She said, "I'm gonna fix it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink
I held my nose, closed my eyes, I took a drink, yeah, yeah, yeah
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
And when I kissed a cop down on Thirty Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9, Love Potion, Love Potion
Love Potion, Love Potion, Love, Love Potion, Love Potion
Love Potion, baby, No. 9