Karaoké Love Potion No. 9 The Searchers

I took my troubles down to Madame Rue

You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth

She's got a pad down on thirty-fourth and Vine

Sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine

I told her that

I was a flop with chicks

I'd been this way since nineteen fifty-six

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 India 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

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

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine

Love potion number nine