"Santa Barbara Skies" is the opening number of "Psych: The Musical". It features the singing of Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster. Henry Spencer does not sing, but has one (spoken) line.
Lyrics
Shawn:
There's a town on the coast
On the path of Father Serra
Wealthy white guys in boats
Call the U.S. Riviera
With a dark, dirty secret
Soon to be unfurled
It's the murder capital of the world
Gus:
[speaking] Wait, what?
Shawn:
[speaking] You know, lots of killing.
Nobody knows.
Gus:
[speaking] You're talking about here?
Shawn:
[speaking] Yes!
Gus:
[speaking] Um, no.
Shawn:
[speaking] Gus, come on.
Take a look around.
It's Santa Barbara, man,
Home of the Yin/Yang Killer.
Gus:
[speaking] That was one serial killer, years ago.
Shawn:
[speaking] Let me ask you something: why are you raining on my parade?
Don't you have to be at work?
[singing] And this town needs a man
Who can stop this reign of terror
Catching bad guys like flies
Gus:
When he's given room for error.
Shawn:
A man who sees clues
Almost if they were alighting
Gets accused to confess
'Cause his hair is so exciting
And though his attire's informal
His skills are paranormal
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Hoo-dee-hoo
Hoo-dee-hoo
Gus:
[speaking] Seriously?
You're talking about you?
Shawn:
[speaking] Yes, I am.
Is there a problem with that?
Gus:
[speaking] Um, where do I start?
First of all, you're not a psychic.
Shawn:
[speaking] Shh.
Gus:
[speaking] Who could be listening?
The dancing guy?
Shawn:
[speaking] Gus, don't be the kites upon strings.
We need to be a tad more cautious with our little secret.
Other cops cannot...
Gus:
[speaking] Little secret?
You're living a lie, your girlfriend doesn't know, and the last time I checked, you're not a cop.
Shawn:
[speaking] All right, you know what? Fine.
[singing] A cop I am not
I'm just good at observation
But with shortcuts
Gus:
And cons
Shawn:
And the proper presentation
They believe that I can
Raise a finger to my head
See the past, read a mind
And can mingle with the dead
And sure, my girl's deceived
But that web's already weaved
Woven?
Weav-ied?
Shawn and Gus:
Woved
Shawn:
The key is that I'm in too deep to turn back now
So I tell these lies
Under Santa Barbara skies
The truth
Is a slippery slope to tread
When you're over your head
I do
What I have to for the common good
I'm misunderstood
And I'd come clean
If I only could
Yeah
But I can't
Gus:
You mean you won't
Shawn:
It's the same
Gus:
Not even close
Shawn:
Just don't ask
Gus:
I didn't ask
Shawn:
It was implied
Gus:
Define "implied"
You don't know
Shawn:
Yes, I know
And I really don't care
Gus:
Someone's bound to expose
Funny business we're conducting
Shawn:
Lighten up,
We're all good
Gus:
Would you please stop interrupting?
All I know, it's just me
Always cleaning up your mess
While you hair gets the credit
Getting people to confess
Shawn:
That's why I moisturize
Under Santa Barbara skies
Gus:
The truth of the matter
Is it's all good fun
Till an eye comes out
I do what I have to
For my own safety and legality
'Cause technically
It's a felony
Shawn:
It's just a fib
Gus:
It's a crime
Shawn:
They won't care
Gus:
Yes, they'll mind
And we'll probably do time
Shawn:
Over there is my dad
Here to offer his assistance
Henry:
[speaking] Yeah, not happening.
Gus:
With occasional resistance
Shawn:
So we face it alone
All this dark and dirty scheming
Hope it's not like the time
That my partner went off screaming
Gus:
When I fought
Shawn:
No, you hid
Gus:
No, I didn't
Shawn:
Yes, you did
Gus:
I'm just trying not to be the one who dies
Shawn:
Under Santa Barbara
Shawn and Gus:
Skies
Santa Barbara
Shawn:
Santa Babs
Gus:
She's our Babs
Shawn:
Good old Babs
Shawn and Gus:
Santa Barbara skies