Atlantic City

(Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty)

(And meet me tonight in Atlantic City)

(Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty)

(And meet me tonight in Atlantic City)

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

(Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty)

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City)

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

(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

Now we're going out where the sand's turning to gold

Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold

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