Frank Zappa - A Token of My Extreme lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa - A Token of My Extreme lyrics]
Arriving at L ron Hoover's modernistic office
Cathedral ware-house
Condominium complex, joe is greeted by a
Pre-recorded message and a
Dramatically illuminated image on a
Wall-sized TV screen
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
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 out when ya go!
And thus
Having rationalized his expedition to
L ron's modernistic office cathedral
Warehouse condominium complex
JOE seeks the answer to his problem
Oh, oh, oh, Mystical Advisor
What is my problem, tell me, can you see?
Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist
It appears to me!
That all seems very, very strange
I never craved a toaster or a color TV
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?
Are you telling me
I should come out of the closet now, Mr ron?
No, my son! You must go into The Closet!
What? And you will have
Eh? 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 and get you one
Well, that seems simple enough!
Yes, but if you want a really good one
You'll have to learn a foreign language!
German, for instance? 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
If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
Don't you be tarot-fied
It's just a lot of nothin'
So what can it mean? If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
Don't you be tarot-fied
It's just a lot of nothin'
So what can it mean? If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
This is the Central Scrutinizer
Joe has just learned to speak German
Now, get this, here's why he did it!
He's gonna go to this club on
The other side of town
It's called The Closet
And they got these Appliances in there
That really go for a guy
Dressed up like a housewife
Who can speak German
(you know what I mean) so Joe's
Learned how to speak German
He goes in this place and he
Sees these little Kitchen Machineries
Dancing around with each other
And he sees this one
That looks like it's a cross
Between an industrial vacuum cleaner
And a chrome piggy bank with marital
Aids stuck all over it's body
It's really exciting and when he sees it
He bursts into song
Cathedral ware-house
Condominium complex, joe is greeted by a
Pre-recorded message and a
Dramatically illuminated image on a
Wall-sized TV screen
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
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 out when ya go!
And thus
Having rationalized his expedition to
L ron's modernistic office cathedral
Warehouse condominium complex
JOE seeks the answer to his problem
Oh, oh, oh, Mystical Advisor
What is my problem, tell me, can you see?
Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist
It appears to me!
That all seems very, very strange
I never craved a toaster or a color TV
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?
Are you telling me
I should come out of the closet now, Mr ron?
No, my son! You must go into The Closet!
What? And you will have
Eh? 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 and get you one
Well, that seems simple enough!
Yes, but if you want a really good one
You'll have to learn a foreign language!
German, for instance? 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
If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
Don't you be tarot-fied
It's just a lot of nothin'
So what can it mean? If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
Don't you be tarot-fied
It's just a lot of nothin'
So what can it mean? If you've been modified
It's an illusion, and you're in between
This is the Central Scrutinizer
Joe has just learned to speak German
Now, get this, here's why he did it!
He's gonna go to this club on
The other side of town
It's called The Closet
And they got these Appliances in there
That really go for a guy
Dressed up like a housewife
Who can speak German
(you know what I mean) so Joe's
Learned how to speak German
He goes in this place and he
Sees these little Kitchen Machineries
Dancing around with each other
And he sees this one
That looks like it's a cross
Between an industrial vacuum cleaner
And a chrome piggy bank with marital
Aids stuck all over it's body
It's really exciting and when he sees it
He bursts into song