Don't Say Rock 'n' Roll's Gonna Die
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I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth She's got a stall at 34th and Vine Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number 9 I told her that I was a flop with chicks I've been this way since 1976 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign Said "What you need my boy is Love Potion Number 9" 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 and looked like indian ink I held my nose, 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 9
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026