Atlantic City Songtext
von Light Years

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 busing in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner′s
Hangin′ on by the skin of his teeth

Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
And 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 tryin′ 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


Now, baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
And maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Put your makeup on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, our love may have died
And luck may be cold
But with you forever I′ll stay
We're goin′ out west
Sands are turnin' to gold
Put your stockings on
'Cause the night′s gettin′ cold

And now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
And maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back

I′ve been lookin' for a job
But it′s hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, tired of comin' out on the losin' end
Yeah, last night I met this guy
Gonna do a little favor for him


Well now, everything dies, baby, that′s a fact
And maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Put your makeup on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City