Atlantic City

Well, they blew up a chicken man down 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 outta state

And the D.A. can't get no relief

There's gonna be a rumble on the promenade

And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

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 I put my money away

But I got the kinda debt that no honest man can pay

So, I drew out what I had from the central trust

And bought us two tickets on that coast city bus

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

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold

But with you, forever I'll stay

Then we're goin' out where the sand turns to gold

So put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold

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

Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City