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