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 bustin in from outta 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 his teeth      Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact   But maybe evrything 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, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact...      Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold   But with you forever I'll stay   Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold   Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold   And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact   But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back      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, Im tired of comin out on the losin end   So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna   Do a little favor for him      Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact   But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back   Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty   And meet me tonight in atlantic city