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 someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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 someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

In Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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