Took my troubles Down to Madame Ruth (And drink it down) You know that gypsy With the gold-capped tooth She’s got a storefront At Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine Love potion number nine I told her that I Was a flop with chicks I’ve been that way Since 1966 She looked at my palm And she made a magic sign She said, what you need is Love potion number nine 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 And 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.