Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night

They blew up his house too

Boys on the boardwalk all ready for a fight

Gonna see what those racket boys can do

Trouble bustin' 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 good job, I put my money away

But I got the kind of debts no honest man can pay

So I took 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

Well, our luck it won't die and our love won't grow cold

But with you forever I'll stay

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

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've been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find

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

Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught up on the losin' end

Well, I met a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him

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

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City