The Searchers Follow

I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth
You know, that gypsy with the gold capped tooth
She's got a path down on thirty-fourth and vine
Sellin' little bottles of love potion no. 9

I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been that way since nineteen fifty-six
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 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 kissin' ev'ry thing in sight
But when I kissed a cop down at thirty-fourth and vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9

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'ry thing in sight
But when I kissed a cop down at thirty-fourth and vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9
Love potion no. 9
Love potion no. 9
Love potion no. 9