Love Potion #9
The Clovers

I took my troubles down to Madam Rue
You know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine
Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that I was a flop with chicks
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 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' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop at 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine