I am thankful for the songs that, when I hear them, I am thankful for that and every time that I hear them. The blush never fades from its sonic rose, the seven-year itch never prickles, the metaphors never turn cliche.
This is one of those songs:
The first strains send me back to the PCH; the rest is just pure joy.
And this beneficence has a bonus, to boot!