[Verse 1]
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the board, they're gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now, there's trouble bustin in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin on by the skin of the teeth
Well baby, everything dies, and 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

[Verse 2]
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 trust
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 someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

[Bridge]
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin' to gold
Put on your stockins baby, 'cause the nights getting cold
And maybe everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back