I took my travellers down to
Mandalore
You know the gypsy with
the golden tooth
Who lives on the block
down at 34 and 5
Selling little bottles of,
well, poison number 9
I told her that I was in love with jinx I've
been this way from 1956
She looked at my palm and
she made a magic sign
Said what she needed,
love potion number nine
She bent down and turned
around and gave me a wink
She said, I'm gonna mix it
right up here in your sink
The smell like turpentine and it's 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 kissing everything inside
But when I kissed the cop on
the thirty -four and wide
It 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 it was day or night I
started kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed the cops from
the thirty -four and wide
It broke my little heart
Little boy, you're number nine
She bent down and turned
around and gave me a wink
She said, I'm gonna miss you,
but I'm hearing you sing
The smell of turpentine, it looks like
Indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes,
I took a drink
I didn't know if it was pain or not
I started kissing everything inside
But when I just looked up on
the thirty -four and wide
It broke my little brother's heart
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine