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 [bad word] out on the promenade and
The [bad word] #39;s hangin' 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 could 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 out love may be cold 
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
Put on your stockin's 'cause the night's getting' cold 
And maybe everything dies that's a fact 
But maybe everything that dies [bad word] 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 I'm tired [bad word] #39; out on this losin' 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
Fix your hair up nice, fix yourself up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City