Love Potion Number Nine sing and play along

I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth.

You know, that Gypsy with the goldcapped tooth.

She She's got a pad down at Thirtyfourth and Vine.

She Sellin' little bottles of

Love Potion Number Nine.

I told her that I was a flop with chicks.

I've been this way since nineteenfiftysix.

She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign.

She Sellin' What you need tles is

Love Potion Number Nine.

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 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 kissin' ev'rything in sight.

But when I kissed the cop down at Thirtyfourth and Vine,

he broke my little bottle of

Love Potion Number Nine.

Nine.