The Searchers - Love Potion No. 9 Lyrics
I took my troubles down to Madame RueYou know that gypsy with the gold-capped toothShe's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and VineSellin' little bottles of Love Potion No. 9I told her that I was a flop with chicksI've been this way since 1956She looked at my palm, and she made a magic signShe said, what you need is Love Potion No. 9She bent down and turned around and gave me a winkShe said, I'm gonna make it up right here in the sinkIt smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian inkI held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9Love Potion No. 9Love Potion No. 9Love Potion No. 9