Well they blew up the chicken man
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
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
But maybe everything that
Dies some day 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 kind of debts
That no honest man can pay
So I drew out 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 some day 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'll be goin' out
Where the sands turn to gold
But put your stockings on
'cause it might get cold
Oh everything dies
Baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that
Dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now I've been a lookin' 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 gettin' caught out
On the losin' 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 some day 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
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
