Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night And they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk, they're getting ready for a hell of a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busing in from out of state And the D.A. can't get no relief There's gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City 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 Maybe everything that dies someday comes 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 We're going out where the sand's turning to gold So pull up your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold Everything dies, baby, that's a fact And maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City I'm looking for a job, it's hard to find Down here, it's just winners and losers Getting caught on the wrong side of that line I'm tired of coming out on that losing end Honey, last night, I met this guy I'll do a little favor for him Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City C'mon, meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City