atlantic city

Lyrics

well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night, and they blew up his house, too, down on the boardwalk they're 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 a rumble on the promenade, and the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth, everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies some day 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 out 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 some day 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'll be goin' out where the sand turns to gold, but put your stockings on, 'cause it might get cold, oh, everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies some day comes back, put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty, and meet me tonight in atlantic city, now i've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find, there's winners and there's losers and i'm south of the line, well, i'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' 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 some day comes back, put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty, and meet me tonight in atlantic city, oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city, oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city