Standard (EADGBE)
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,
sellin' little bottles of, Love Potion Number Nine.
I told her that I was a flop with chicks.
I've been this way since nineteen-fifty-six.
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign..
She said, 'What you need is, Love Potion Number Nine.'
Chorus
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, it 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' 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 didn't know if it was day or night.
I started kissin' everything in sight.
I had so much fun that I'm goin' back again..
I wonder what happens with, Love Potion Number Ten?
Outro
Love Potion Number Nine...Love Potion Number Nine.
Love Potion Number Ni..i..i..i..ine.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.