A Token Of My Extreme

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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

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 T.V.

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

Heh?

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

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 been

Mod-O-fied,

It's an illusion,

An you're 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...

JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON's expensive advice

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak

German Now, get this, heres 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 its body...

It's really exciting... and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG...