Love Potion No. 9 - The Searchers

Written by：J. Leiber/L. Brown/Shapiro

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 chics

I've been this way since 1956

She looked at my palm

And she made a magic sign

She said what you need is

Love potion number nine

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

It 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' 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 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

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine