Текст: Soundtrack Artists. Love Potion No. 9.

I took my troubles down to Madame RuthYou know that gypsy with the gold-capped toothShe's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and VineSellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number NineI told her that I was a flop with chicsI've been this way since 1956She looked at my palm and she made a magic signShe said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"She bent down and turned around and gave me a winkShe said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian inkI held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine------ guitar solo ------I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number Nine