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] hangin' on
by the skin
of its teeth

Everything dies
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 in too deep
and I could not pay
So I drew what I had
from the Central [bad word] And I bought us
two tickets
on that Coast City bus

Everything dies
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 goin' out
where the sands
turnin' to gold
so put
on your stockin's
cause the nights
gettin' 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]  out
on the 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
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