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Psych: the Musical came out on December 15 last year. Here are the lyrics to the opening number, Santa Barbara Skies. 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