Rove Potion Number Nine
Rove Potion Number Nine
I took my troubles down to Tom DeLay
He’s that dude with the insect spray
He’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin’ little bottles of, Rove Potion Number Nine
I told him that I sucked at pol-i-tics
I’ve been this way since 1996
He looked at my palm and he made a magic sign
He said “What you need is, Rove Potion Number Nine”
He bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
He 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 slimin’ everyone in sight
But when I dissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of, Rove Potion Number Nine
Audio “Love Potion Number Nine”
By MadMustard
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