| Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night | |
| Now they blew up his house, too | |
| Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight | |
| Gonna see what them racket boys can do | |
| Now there's trouble busing in from out of state | |
| And the D.A. can't get no relief | |
| Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade | |
| And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth | |
| Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact | |
| 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 debts that no honest man can pay | |
| So I drew what I had from the Central Trust | |
| And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus | |
| Now, baby, 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 love may be cold | |
| But with you forever I'll stay | |
| We're going out where the sand's turning to gold | |
| So put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold | |
| And everything dies, baby, that's a fact | |
| But maybe everything that dies someday comes back | |
| Now I been looking for a job but it's hard to find | |
| Down here, it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line | |
| Well, I'm tired of coming out on this losing end | |
| So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him | |
| Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact | |
| But maybe everything that dies someday comes back | |
| Put your hair up nice, fix yourself up pretty | |
| And meet me tonight in Atlantic City | |
| Meet me tonight in Atlantic City | |
| Meet me tonight in Atlantic City | |
| Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |