| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:51 | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| 2:53 |
|
|||
| 3. |
| 3:07 |
|
|||
| 4. |
| 2:45 |
|
|||
| 5. |
| 4:32 |
|
|||
| 6. |
| 4:19 |
|
|||
| 7. |
| 5:03 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 4:45 |
|
|||
| 9. |
| 3:46 |
|
|||
| 10. |
| 2:09 | 
|
|||
|
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
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 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 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 |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:57 |
|
|||
|
