I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a stand 34 and Vine Selling little bottles of love potion number nine I told her that I was a flop with chicks I've been this way since 1973 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign said"What you need is bottle in love potion number nine" She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink" It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink I didn't know it was a day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop at Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine yeah woo yeah my hand up Yeah I ganna to go bottle of Love potion Love Potion Love Potion number nine