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 busting in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be [bad word] out on the promenade
And the [bad word] 
hanging on by the skin of its teeth

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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
So put on your stockings, baby,
'cause the night's getting cold

And maybe everything dies, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies [bad word] back

Now I've been looking 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 I'm tired [bad word] 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 [bad word] back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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