A#m D#m I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth A#m D#m You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth C# A#m Sheʼs got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine D#m F A#m Sellinʼ little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine A#m D#m I told her that I was a flop with chicks A#m D#m Iʼve been this way since 1956 C# A#m She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign D#m F A#m She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine" D#m She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink C7 She said "Iʼm gonna make it up right here in the sink" D#m It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink F I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink A#m D#m I didnʼt know if it was day or night A#m D#m I started kissinʼ everything in sight C# A#m But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine D#m F A#m He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine D#m She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink C7 She said "Iʼm gonna make it up right here in the sink" D#m It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink F I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink A#m D#m I didnʼt know if it was day or night A#m D#m I started kissinʼ everything in sight C# A#m But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine D#m F A#m He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine D#m A#m Love Potion Number Nine D#m A#m Love Potion Number Nine D#m A#m Love Potion Number Nine
