Start Me Up (A Night With Charlie)

The audience clapping in awe    
The cameo spotlight on the drummer is all we saw    
Charlie giving them a show within his own right    
Striking the cadence of that batter with all his might    
Blue lights dancing across the stage    
Cellphones flickering      
The drummer’s head turning side-to-side, sweat escaping his hair, his mind engaged    
     
Twirling his wooden sticks through the spaces of his fingers, then hitting that funky beat      
Young, old, raising to their feet    
Keith Richards stringing his guitar, blending their perfection of that engaging meet    
Women panties tossed for the souvenir of feeling that alluring funky sound    
Screams, jumping in jubilation, tears in women eyes from that enveloping charge felt all around      
Sheer pandemonium from the rush    
Losing my vocals from hollering in the moment, my face flushed    
     
Fingers snapping, beer in hand, the Rolling Stones giving us what we all came for    
Screaming for more and more    
Mick Jagger strutting across the stage wiping his face, throwing his towel out to the crowd    
Women of all ages on the prowl for that feel of fame, we all went down    
Waving in the air, jumping up and down, for that drenched dream now clutched in a teenager's hand    
That night was well worth frostbitten feet, and cold hands and the three hours we had to stand    
     
To comp those tickets for a time I must now bow my head    
The keepsakes, the neon doughnut worn around my neck and a memory of Start Me Up echoing in a sold out arena      
The afterparty and VIP backstage passes… looking sexy in that dress of lace and red    
     
Oh.. what a night,...    
RIP Charlie Watts you have been given those wings to now soar in flight