Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey Throw Down and Work Some Sweat

If a thousand monkeys type at a thousand typewriters for one thousand years, and those monkeys are not typing but are, instead, recording a much sought-after LP of greasy groove-thang instrumentals, and the monkeys are from, perhaps, Turkey, and they live by the credo "Give the drummer some!", plus they decide to vogue one of their own hairy bruthas on the album's cover, rather than the actual composer Mustafa Ozkent, and they like to rock the Wah-Wah and the Hammond, will they produce Shakespeare? No, but Finders Keepers will find a way to track down the original master tapes from 1972 and release it anyway.