Love Potion Number 9 - The Searchers

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 chicks 

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 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-Fourth and Vine 

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine 

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-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