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 them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busing in from out of state
And the DA 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
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, 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
Now, baby, 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
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We're going out where the sand's turning to gold
Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
That don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, I'm tired of coming out on this losing end
So, honey, last night I met this guy, and 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
Put your hair up nice, fix yourself up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
You'll meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Go meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City) ooh
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City) woo-ooh
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City) woo-ooh
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City) woo-ooh
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City)
