A good piece of music, no matter who does it, re-does it, remixes it, desecrates it, canonize it, tries to class it up or just has some fun with it is good at its very soul. I found on some listenings that I had a moment of horror, but when it gets into the that amazing bass all is forgotten. It tugs on the spine, pulls at the soul and makes you forget everything just to move and feel it.
Even the ukulele. Jury is still out on Paul Anka.