Atlantic City Mike Rimbaud

Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busting in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging by the skin of his teeth

Now, baby, everything dies, that's a fact
Baby, everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and tried to put money away
But I got debts no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
Bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now, baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City