there were two little boys called Zeek and Lefty, by name christened. They decided to get together because they were the getting together type. They wondered what for after all, so all of a sudden they grew guitars, 4, 6 and 12 strangled, and fashioned a noise. Funnily enough, the noises they made became written songs, as it were. Lefty had a prehystery with a BeatlesMania, which somehow led him to a Beatlesfeast for Beatles’ fools, where he discovered a 3rd even littler man called Rocky running about.
Together Zeek and Lefty to Rocky said, quote 'Rocky get a Gretsch-o-caster and you will be alright' and he did - but he wasn't just alright because he could sing just as good as the rest. Still there was no beat! “We had no drums!” they coffed and so a series of traps came and went and came.
So a truncheon of drubbers and dribbers came & went & came until they stumbled upon a newly hatched drummer who played with a ferosity challenging to most fire codes and he arranged with much fanfare in a Smokestack. So the little boys (dubbed Weeklings) discovered amplifiers and they got some. From time to time many people ask what are Weeklings? Why Weeklings? Ugh, Weeklings, how did the name arrive? So we will tell you. It came in a vision - a man appeared on a flaming pizza and said unto them 'From this day on you are THE Weeklings with an 'E'. ‘Thank you, mister man’, they said, thanking him. And then a man with a beard cut off named Scooter Deal-o-day axed: ‘Will you not only play but also record recordings for records of your mighty Jems for the peasants for money?’ And said they in reply “We would play mighty anything for money.” So offed themselves to record in a lake house with all concerned! Zooooom zoom Lefty (of Razzpimple Park) Zeek (of Eerie Pencilvanias Eatingtowns) Rocky (of the greener point of no sleep till Brooklyn) and Smokestack zoom zoom. All of them going going gone to conquer your ears.
Once upon a time