Love Potion No. 9 - The Winchester's

I took my troubles

Down to Madame Ruth

(And drink it down)

You know that gypsy

With the gold-capped tooth

She’s got a storefront

At Thirty-Fourth and Vine

Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine

(Serve it up)

Love potion number nine

(And drink it down)

(Serve it up)

I told her that I Was a flop with chicks

(And drink it down)

I’ve been that way

Since 1966

She looked at my palm

And she made a magic sign

She said, what you need is Love potion number nine

(Serve it up)

Love potion number nine

(And drink it down)

She bent down and turned

Around and gave me a wink

She said, I’m gonna mix 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

(Serve it up)

I didn’t know if It was day or night

(And drink it down)

I started kissing

Everything in sight

But when I kissed a cop

Down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine

He broke my little bottles of Love potion number nine

(Serve it up)

Love potion number nine

(And drink it down)

Serve it up And drink it down

Serve it up And drink it down

Serve it up And drink it down…