Thread by @g_bluestone

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

And 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' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its 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

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

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

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 sands turnin' to gold

So put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold

And maybe 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

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 makeup on

Fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlanticccccc Cityyyyyyy