Well they blew up the chicken man    in Philly last night   Now 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 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 its teeth   CHORUS:   Well now 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   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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus   CHORUS   Now our luck may have died,   and our love may be cold,   but with you forever, I'll stay   Now I been lookin' for a job,    but it's hard to find   Down here it's just winners and losers   Honey, last night,    I met this guy,    and 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 hair up nice and sit up pretty,    and meet me tonight in Atlantic City   Meet me tonight in Atlantic City   Meet me tonight in Atlantic City