Under Whose Umbrella?

In the year two thousand eight Felt the impulse to create Driving me to once again In my fingers take my pen Quickly wrote a melody True to my ability Rushed the first result online And shortly after, changed my mind Because Lyrics for songs are worth completing And right in a spot that was repeating Three missing syllables caused a space That no words satisfyingly could replace A song that I have to end up filling With gibberish to me just sounds too silly I didn't think that I could ever sell it So I quit and left the thing undeveloped-eloped-eloped Uh...uh...uh... Left the song undeveloped-eloped-eloped uh...uh...uh... Left the thing undeveloped-eloped-eloped Uh...uh...uh... Left the song undeveloped-eloped-eloped Uh...uh...uh... I'd forgotten the year before That I'd written a whole lot more And although my songs were great In the hands of frauds they brought me hate In a bid to stem this tide I showed the world my gentle side And it looks like all my foes could do Was steal this music from me too Because Everything fits so well together My traumatized state, Vancouver weather, F to C is possibly my favorite change, And on a certain singer my guitar looked strange What was the date of her ascension? And whose name did her boss decline to mention? The one they mocked and called a ta-lented fella Did he author Under My Umbrella-ella-ella? Eh? eh? eh? Did I write Under My Umbrella-ella-ella? Eh? eh? eh? Think I wrote Under My Umbrella-ella-ella! Hey! hey! hey! Know I wrote Under my Umbrella-ella-ella! Hey! hey! hey!
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