George: Good job. You're a hottie. But forget for a moment you're a white Brit. The word is not pronounced "secksual." Trust me on this. And while you're singing, feel the song. That means you must also forget for a moment you can have your pick of men. You must think of that one, special, OMFG guy who knows where all your "ahhhhh" buttons are and how to push them. Then imagine you haven't seen him in like...well, just pick a length of time that gives you the celibacy jits. Oh, and try to forget you're doing a Nelson Mandela Tribute Concert, 'cause that could be acting as a damper on your hormones. And please don't end this song like a gospel tune. Just chop that part right the eff out and let the music fade. Okay? We'll work on your moves at a later date.
2pac: Gah...sorry, man. I know you didn't ask for this. There's a much better vid done by Chico Caldeira -- solid rhythm and harmonics. But this is one of the things that happens when you die and end up in the hands of remixers. The next time around, keep that in mind. (P.S. If it's any consolation, there are some REAL horrors featuring Marvin with Michael Jackson.)
Marvin: I adore you. ADORE! YOU! No contest, baby.