Hoppe's potion number 9
I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth,
You know the gypsy with the gold-capped tooth.
She's got a pad down at 34th and vine
Selling little bottles of Hoppe's Potion Number 9.
I told her that I couldn't shoot my gun
It's been this way since nineteen eighty-one
She looked down the breech and she made a magic sign
Said what you need is Hoppes Potion Number 9.
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said, "We're gonna scrub it out right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine it had a terrible stink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I couldn't think.
I didn't know what all that black stuff was
So much was in there it was growing fuzz.
And when I reached the end and the barrel had a shine
I'd used up all my bottle of Hoppe's Potion Number 9.
Hoppe's Potion Number 9.
Hoppe's Potion Number 9.