I took my trou-bles down to Ma-dam Ruth.__
You know, that Gyp-sy with the gold-capped tooth.__
She's got a pad down at thir-ty-fourth and vine.
Sell-in' lit-tle bot-tles of Love Po-tion Num-ber Nine.

I told her that I was a flop with chicks.
I've been that way since nine-teen-fif-ty-six.__
She looked at my palm and she made a mag-ic sign.

She said: What you need is Love Po-tion Num-ber Nine.
She bent down and turned a-round and gave me a wink.__
She said, "I'm gon-na mix it up right here in the sink"._

It smelled like tur-pen-tine and looked like In-di-a ink.
I held my nose;I closed my eyes; I took a drink. 

I did-n't know if it was day or night.__
I start-ed kiss-in' ev-'ry thing in sight.__
But when I kissed the cop down at Thir-ty-fourth and Vine,
he broke my lit-tle bot-tle of
Love Po-tion Num-ber Nine. 

[Circa 1959]
Words and Music by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller