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
 [bad word] 
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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 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