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 those racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busting in from outta 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
Well maybe everything that dies someday come back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Come on and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and put my money away
But I had debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday come back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
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
Go out where the sand turnin' to gold
Put on your stockings, night's getting cold
Maybe everything dies, maybe that's a fact
But maybe, everything that dies someday come back

Well I've been looking for a job but it's hard to find
Down here there's winners and losers, and a wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of coming on the losing end
So honey, last night I met this guy I'm gonna do a favor for him

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
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