text: Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
  They blew up his house too
  Down on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a hell of a fight
  Gonna see what those racket boys can do
  Now theres trouble busin in from outta state
  And the D.A. cant get no relief
  Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
  And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of its teeth
  Well now 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
  Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
  But Ive 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
  Well now 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 our love may be cold but
  With you forever Ill stay
  Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
  Put on your stockings, babe
  Cause the nights getting cold
  Now I been lookin 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
  But Im tired of comin out on the losin end
  So last night I met this guy and 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