Atlantic City (feat. Sean Hayes)

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

Now they blew up his house, too

Out 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 outta state

And the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of their teeth

Everything dies, 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

Got me a job, tried to put some money away

But I got 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

Now, baby, everything dies, 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

Now our luck may have died and our love may grow cold

But with you forever, I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold now

Put your stockings on, baby, 'cause the nights gettin' cold and

Everything dies, that's a fact but maybe

Everything that dies someday comes back

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

Down here it's winners and losers

And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line

I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

Last night I met this guy

I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

So put your makeup on, your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Come and meet me tonight in Atlantic City