i took my troubles down to madame ruth
 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 number nine.
 i told her that i was a folp with chics
 i've been this way since 1956
 she looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
 said "what you need is love potion no.9
 she bend 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 kissing everything in sight
 but when i kissed a cop down on thirty-gourth and vine
 he broke my little bottle of love potion no.9
 love potion no.9