Love potion no. 9

by Leiber & Stoller

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 flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
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 mix 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 the cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine.

Love potion number nine
Love Potion number nine
Love Potion number nine