What hides within this mashed-up song?

The answer hides within this senseless song made from the mashed-up
lyrics of other songs. Each lyric is linked to the song’s full lyrics.

Hey, hey, Charlie take a bow,

You deserve an Oscar,

I recall late November,

It’s too hot to fish, and too hot for golf,

Maybe he’s no Romeo,

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta,

So we can tango with these words,

Who wears enlightened uniform?

You’re just a waste of lime,

I know you ain’t used to a female alpha,

Lets do the tango, do the tango,

India, you were born to rage, so come on!

I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud,

I remember walking in the cold of November,

Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone.