Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night And they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from out of state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of their teeth Everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Ooh, ooh Ooh Now I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew 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, someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold So put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold Everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back Two, three, four Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey, last night I met this guy and I think I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back So fix your hair up nice, and fix yourself up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City