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 busin??™ in from out of state
And the D.A. can??™t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on that promenade
And the gambling commissioner??™s hangin??™ 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 I put my money away
But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
So I drew out 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
Well we??™re going out where the sand turns to gold
But 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 the line
Well I??™m tired of gettin??™ caught out on the losin??™ end
Well I talked to a man last night gonna do a little favor for him
Well everything dies baby that??™s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
