Love Potion Number Nine – Gary Lewis & The Playboys (originally by The Clovers)
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I took my troubles down to madame rue 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