A Token Of My Extreme Lyrics by Frank Zappa

A Token Of My Extreme Lyrics

    Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
    Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
    Ike willis (lead vocals)
    Peter wolf (keyboards)
    Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
    Ed mann (percussion)
    Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

    Arriving at l. ron hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized tv scr
    .

    L. ron hoover:
    Welcome to the first church of appliantology! the white zone is for loading and unloading only!

    Don't you be tarot-fied
    It's just a token
    Of my extreme
    Don't you be tarot-fied
    It's just a token
    Of my extreme

    Don't you never try to
    Look behind my eyes
    You don't wanna know
    What they have seen
    Don't you never try to
    Look behind my eyes
    You don't wanna know
    What they have seen

    Joe: (thinking to himself)
    Some people think
    That if they go too far
    They'll never get back
    To where the rest of
    Them are
    I might be crazy
    But there's one thing
    I know
    You might be surprised
    At what you find
    When ya go!

    And thus, having ration- alized his expedition to l. ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, joe seeks the answer to his problem...

    Joe:
    Oh oh oh
    Mystical advisor
    What is my problem,
    Tell me
    Can you see?

    L. ron hoover:
    Well, you have nothing
    To fear, my son!
    You are a latent
    Appliance fetishist,
    It appears to me!

    Joe:
    That all seems very,
    Very strange
    I never craved
    A toaster
    Or a color t.v.

    L. ron hoover:
    A latent appliance
    Fetishist
    Is a person who
    Refuses to admit
    To his or herself
    That sexual
    Gratification can
    Only be achieved
    Through the use of
    Machines...
    Get the picture?

    Joe:
    Are you telling me
    I should come out
    Of the closet now
    Mr. ron?

    L. ron hoover:
    No, my son!
    You must go into
    The closet

    Joe:
    What?

    L. ron hoover:
    And you will have

    Joe:
    Heh?

    L. ron hoover:
    Hey!
    A lot of fun!
    That's where
    They all live
    So if you want an
    Appliance to love you
    You'll have to
    Go in there
    'n' get you one

    Joe:
    Well...that seems
    Simple enough...

    L. ron hoover:
    Yes, but if you want a
    Really good one,
    You'll have to learn a
    Foreign language...

    Joe:
    German, for instance?

    L. ron hoover:
    That's right...
    A lot of really cute
    Ones come from
    Over there!
    (fifty bucks, please)
    And a cheerful group of
    Appliantologists dance
    Into the room wearing
    Aluminum foil lab smocks,
    Lock arms in a circle
    Around joe, making sure
    He pays in full, all the
    While singing with l. ron
    As he delivers his final
    Instructions...

    L. ron hoover:
    If you been
    Mod-o-fied,
    It's an illusion,
    An yer in between
    Don't you be
    Tarot-fied,
    It's just a lot of nothin',
    So what can it mean?

    If you been
    Mod-o-fied,
    It's an illusion,
    An yer in between
    Don't you be
    Tarot-fied,
    It's just a lot of nothin',
    So what can it mean?

    If you been
    Mod-o-fied,
    It's an illusion,
    An yer in between...

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