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