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Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last nightAnd they blew up his house, too.Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can do.Now there's trouble busin' in from outta stateAnd the d.a. can't get no relief.Gonna be a rumble on the promenadeAnd the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.Everything dies, baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies some day comes back.Put your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic city.Well, I got a job and I put my money awayBut I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.So I drew out what I had from the central trustAnd I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus.Everything dies, baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies some day comes back.Put your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic city.Now our luck may have died and our love may be coldBut with you forever I'll stay.We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to goldLetras de cancionesBut put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold.Oh, everything dies, baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies some day comes back.Put your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic city.Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to findThere's winners and there's losersAnd I am south of the line.Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' endBut I talked to a man last night,Gonna do a little favor for him.Well, everything dies, baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies some day comes back.Put your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic city.Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic city,Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic city. From Letras Mania