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
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 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
Well baby,
everything dies,
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
We're going out where
the sand's turning
to gold
Put on your stockings,
baby, 'cause the night's
getting cold
Everything dies,
baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything
that dies someday
comes back
Now I've 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 the 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 makeup on
and fix your hair 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
Meet me tonight
in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight
in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight
in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight
in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight
in Atlantic City