Love Potion (Live on Bastille Day)

(Now, it's, uh, "Love potion #9

Do you know "Love potion #9"?

Well, we're gonna do it for you

And it's gonna be the way you've never heard it before

The original. One, two, three)

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth

You know that gypsy

With the gold cap tooth

She's got a pad down at 34th and Vine

Sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine

So then I told her that I was flop with chicks

I been this way since 1956

She looked at my palm

And she made a magic sign

Try my little product now

"Love potion number nine" (what he said? One, two, three, four)

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

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 kissing everything in sight

But when I kissed a cop

Down at 34th and Vine

He broke my little bottle of

Love potion number nine

I have so much fun, I'm going back again

I wonder what happened to love potion number 10

I'm number 10, I'm number 10, I'm number 10 (alright thank you, we're done, thanks a lot)