Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too.
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Now there's trouble bustin in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commission's hangin on by the skin of his teeth.
Well now ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew what I had, from the Central Trust
And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus.
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay.
Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers.
Honey last night, I met this guy
And I'm gonna do a little favor for him
I guess ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back.
Put your hair up nice, and sit up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
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