We are the usual suspects
Drinkin' out in public
Spewin' out our usual lines
Drivin' with a mob crew
With a lot of nothin' to do
Except livin' up these blue collar crimes...

And some boys from the south end
Starin' at my girlfriend
But I'll deal with that some other time
'Cause I'm headin' for the border
This life is out of order
And I gotta leave these loogans behind...

Now I'm hidin' from sunshine
Sure ain't the first time...
Waitin' my life...

On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
This story's in the stars
And I don't need a telescope

I was taught at the elite school
But I learned from a street fool
That success is just a state of your mind
He said, "You can have all the money and have a good-lookin' honey, and still feel like you're caught in the grind"

Now I'm hidin' from sunshine
I'm so sick of the dayti-i-i-ime
Sure ain't the first time...
Waitin' my life...

On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
(Hidin' from sunshine)
On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
(Sick of the daytime)
On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
This story's in the stars
And I don't need a telescope
They're shooting movie scenes in bars
And it's all just mirrors and smoke...sssssssssss-poof

Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
(Hidin' from sunshine)
Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
(Oh, so sick of the daytime)
Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite
(Oh, you know it ain't the first time)
You know, the su-ummer niiiiiiiite
On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite
On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite
On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite
Lovers in the cars listenin' to the radi...o