Love Potion Number Nine

I used to be the loneliest guy in town – couldn’t find a girl
Till one day i took my troubles down to madam broom
You know that gypsy with a goat-cap too
She’s got a pad down on thirty-fourth and five
Selling little bottles of love potion number nine

I told her that i was a flop with chicks
It’s been that way since nineteen fifty six
She jumped down, turned around and made a magic sign
And handed me a bottle of love potion number nine

She jumped down, 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 india ink
I held my nose and 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 thirty-fourth and five
It broke my little bottle of love potion number nine

“here you are son, don’t be afraid
Just drink this – drink it all now”

So i closed my eyes, i held my nose – 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 on thirty-fourth and five
It broke my little bottle of love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine