Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

And 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 outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble on the promenade and the gambling commissioner's 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 make up on fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonigh in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and I put my money away

But I got the kind of 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

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

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 turns to gold

So put on your stockings cause it might get cold

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

Now, I've been looking for a job but it's hard to find

There's winners and there's losers and I am south of the line

Well, I'm tired of getting caught on the losing end

But 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 hair up nice and set up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City