Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
and they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk, they're ready for a fight
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busing in, from outta state
and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
and the gambling commissioners hanging on, by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything 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 the kind of debt no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
but with you, forever I'll stay
Yeah we're going out where, the sand turns to gold
so put your stockings on, cause it might get cold
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City
Now I been looking for a job but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers and I'm south of that line
Well I'm tired of coming out on the losing end
But I talked to a man last night gonna do a little favor for him
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City
