Well, they blew up the

Chicken man in Philly last night

And 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

Busing in from outta state

And the D.A. can't get no relief



Gonna be a rumble on the promenade

And the gambling commissioner's hanging on

By the skin of his teeth



Everything dies

Baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything 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

I put my money away

But I got the kind of 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



Everything dies

Baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies

Someday comes 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 turns to gold

So put on your stockings

'Cause it might get cold



Everything dies

Baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies

Someday comes back



Put your makeup on

Fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight

In Atlantic City



Now, I've been looking for a job

But it's hard to find

There's winners and there's losers

And I am south of the line



Well, I'm tired of getting caught

On the losing end

But I talked to a man last night

Gonna do a little favor for him



Well, everything dies

Baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies

Someday comes back



Put your hair up nice

And set up pretty

And meet me tonight

In Atlantic City



Meet me tonight

In Atlantic City

Oh, meet me tonight

In Atlantic City