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

CHORUS:

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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus

CHORUS

Now our luck may have died,

and our love may be cold,

but with you forever, I'll stay

Now I been lookin' for a job,

but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and loser