Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo-Da-Day

Bright and bubbly as a glass of something fizzing over, this track bounces along on a horn arrangement that sounds like a brass section collectively deciding to have the best Tuesday of their lives. The rhythm is irresistibly percussive — not just the drums but the handclaps, the stabs of the keyboard, everything contributing to a groove that makes stillness feel like a personal failure. Stevie's voice here is a young man's instrument, supple and playful, swooping through the nonsense syllables of the title with the same commitment he gives the actual words. The song is fundamentally about delight — a kind of romantic happiness so overwhelming that language collapses into sound. There is something almost cartoonish about its brightness, but in the best sense: it has the saturated color of a world seen through the eyes of someone newly in love. You reach for this when ordinary joy feels insufficient and you need something that inflates the moment from the inside out — a Sunday morning, a kitchen dance, a moment you want to remember as golden.