Who’s Corey McMurray to Call Me Nuts?

(Verse 1)
I woke up in Brighton with seagulls in my boots,
Tea gone cold and a trail of monkey suits.
A pigeon winked and said with glee,
“You’ll never guess who’s messing with your sanity!”

My telly’s stuck on Channel 3,
It’s Corey McMurray—he’s staring at me.
In a onesie made of jam and toast,
He’s haunting my dreams like a breakfast ghost!

(Chorus)
Who’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
Got me talkin’ to me socks and flirtin’ with me mutts.
He’s in me fridge, he’s in me tree,
I scream his name when I spill me tea!
Whooooo’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
Probably the bloke that stole me coconut struts!

(Verse 2)
He rode a llama through the Lanes last week,
Whistlin' Morse code with a sausage on his beak.
Asked me nan for a game of chess,
Then left a note that said, “I confess… I’m a mess.”

He knits conspiracy with a grin so sly,
Swears he’s got Elvis living in his tie.
I told the barman, “I need a brew,”
He said, “Mate… Corey’s behind you.”

(Chorus)
Who’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
He turned me council tax into Pizza Hut.
He’s got a top hat made of bees,
And sells umbrellas to the trees.
Whooooo’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
He’s the reason I put jam on me pizza crust!

(Bridge)
Maybe he’s a prophet, maybe he’s a loon,
Maybe he’ll be mayor or fly to the moon.
But every time the kettle screams,
I hear his name in the steam...

(Final Chorus)
Who’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
He’s the whisper in me cereal, the rattle in me guts.
He’s legend, myth, or just a lad,
But blimey… he’s the best dream I ever had!
Yeah, whooooo’s Corey McMurray to call me nuts?
He’s the reason Brighton’s gone bananas — and that’s just!