He’s got a big heart, he’s I.T. smart, he’s a sporty virtuoso, he’s a work of art
All dressed in black, he’s a cool cat, with his helping hand in friendship, he’s a democrat
He’ll make his mark on a wicked F sharp, running up and down and through the standard charts
He’ll record the crash and the hi-hat, signaling the chorus with a fiery attack

His dedication and inspiration, his momentum and commitment gather admiration
The words of praise that decorate his days sing ‘Glory Hallelujah!’ – he remains unfazed
Interpretation and articulation, he crafts his sound through improvisation
He’ll blow you away with release and decay, now listen up to what he’s got in this delay

From the intro to the finale (walking on down the street, listening to the beat)
You can always count on Charlie (like Joe Satriani, he’s carving out melody)
Tune in this station, you won’t be sorry (the start to the finish, augmented, diminished)
You can always count on Charlie (Chinese noodles and Louis Newell)
He’ll hold the sustain till the final refrain, you can always count on

He loves Garth Nix and mathematics, he can get himself out of a numerical fix
He’s at ease in his skin, with natural acumen, so generous and loyal through thick-and-thin
His fancy licks, ringing harmonics, he works his way ‘round the circle of fifths
With a smooth pitch bend, this dissonance, he overdubs the layers of accompaniment

Oh he loves her, everyone can tell
Takes his Alice to the palace or the wishing well
Following the line, playing in time
While the violins swell
Yes, he loves her, everyone can tell
Takes his Alice to the palace or the wishing well
Following that line, playing in time
While the violins swell
The violins swell…

From the intro to the finale (walking on down the street, listening to the beat)
You can always count on Charlie (like Joe Satriani, he’s carving out melody)
Tune in this station, you won’t be sorry (the start to the finish, augmented, diminished)
You can always count on Charlie (Chinese noodles and Louis Newell)
He’ll hold the sustain till the final refrain, you can always count on

CHARLIE…
From the intro to the finale (walking on down the street, listening to the beat)
PLAYS A FINE GUITAR…CHARLIE
You can always count on Charlie (like Joe Satriani, he’s carving out melody)
SHINES THROUGH EVERY BAR…CHARLIE
Tune in this station, you won’t be sorry (the start to the finish, augmented, diminished)
IN HIS REPERTOIRE…CHARLIE
You can always count on Charlie (Chinese noodles and Louis Newell)
JUST LIKE A SUPERSTAR!!!