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 bustin' 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 his teeth. Well now ev'rything dies baby that's a fact. But maybe ev'rything 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. Now baby ev'rything dies honey that's a fact.... 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 sand's turnin' to gold. Put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold. And maybe ev'rything dies baby that's a fact. But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back. 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....