"Psych: The Musical" Santa Barbara Skies - James Roday & Dulé Hill

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

And this town needs a man

Who can stop this reign of terror

Catching bad guys like flies

When he's given room for error

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

Though a cop I am not

I'm just good at observation

But with shortcuts

And cons

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?

Woved

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

You mean you won't

It's the same

Not even close

Just don't ask

I didn't ask

It was implied

Define "implied"

You don't know

Yes, I know

And I really don't care

Someone's bound to expose

Funny business we're conducting

Lighten up

We're all good

Would you please stop interrupting?

All I know, it's just me

Always cleaning up your mess

While your hair gets the credit

Getting people to confess

That's why I moisturize

Under Santa Barbara skies

The truth of the matter

Is it's all good fun

'Til an eye comes out

I do what I have to

For my own safety and legality

'Cause technically

It's a felony

It's just a fib

It's a crime

They won't care

Yes, they'll mind

And we'll probably do time

Over there is my dad

Here to offer his assistance

With occasional resistance

So we face it alone

All this dark and dirty scheming

Hope it's not like the time

That my partner went off screaming

When I fought

No, you hid

No, I didn't

Yes, you did

I'm just trying not to be the one who dies

Under Santa Barbara

Skies

Santa Barbara

Santa Babs

She's our Babs

Good old Babs

Santa Barbara skies