I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a storefront on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Dealin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that everything was all fine
Everything 'cept that mine of mine
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
Said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"

She jumped down, turned around, gave me a wink
Said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink"
Smelled like turpentine, looked like 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' every man in sight
Never been so turned on, never felt so fine
Gonna give my man some Love Potion Number Nine

(Gonna give my man some, yeah)
(Gonna give my man some, yeah)
(Gonna give my man some, yeah)
(Gonna give my man some, yeah)