Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
  Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' 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 out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
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  Well now 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
    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
    (Chorus)
    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
  We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
  And everything dies baby that's a fact
  But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
  Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
  Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
  So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
  Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
  But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
  Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
  and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
  Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
  Meet me tonight in Atlantic City