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 no. 9 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 no. 9. 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 34th and Vine, he broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9. Instrumental I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink. dal $egno al fine |: |: Love Potion no. 9 :| :|
*The Lamours u.a. weibliche Interpreten singen "guys" statt "chicks" und "1955" statt "1956" - wegen des Reims -; aber das rechtfertigt keine eigene Datei.