text: Well they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
  And they blew up his house too
  Down on the boardwalk theyre getting ready for a fight
  Gonna see what them racket boys can do
  Now theres trouble bussing in from out of state
  And the DA cant get no relief
  Gonna rumble down on the promenade
  And the gambling commissioners hanging on by the skin of his teeth
  Everything dies baby thats a fact
  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 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
  Everything dies baby thats a fact
  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 love may be cold
  But with you forever Ill stay
  Now were going to where the sands turning to gold
  So put on your stockings baby, because the nights getting cold
  Everything dies, baby thats a fact
  But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
  Now Ive been looking for a job but its hard to find
  Down here its just winners and losers and dont get caught on the wrong side of that line
  Im tired of coming out on that losing end
  So honey last night I met this guy Im gonna do a little favor for him
  Everything dies baby thats a fact
  Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
  Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
  And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
  And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
  And meet me tonight in Atlantic City