With a Flair

Oh, it really doesn't matter what I do, what I do, as long as I do it with a flair! What effect a little smoke is, with a dash of hocus pocus, and the scent of burning sulfur in the air I'm a fraud, a hoke, a charlatan, a joke, but they love me everywhere - For it really doesn't matter what I do, what I do, as long as I do it with a flair! And it really doesn't matter what I say, what I say, as long as I say it with a flair! First I rattle off a ready stock of gibberish and poppycock, and fix you with my best hypnotic stare With my moans and groans and soporific tones, they have cheered me everywhere For, it really doesn't matter what I say, what I say Abra cadabra! You succumb to it, every time Wave a stick, and each trick, will mystify and disarm So, it really doesn't matter what I brew, what I brew, as long as I brew it with a flair Though I've never cast a magic spell I make the motions very well, my showmanship is far beyond compare! For, it really doesn't matter what I do, what I do- You buy my charms and poxes 'cause they come in fancy boxes, to improve your ugly daughter, I've a vial of colored water, and my magic incantations can be framed as decorations, though there's really nothing to it, and of course, you all see through it, you love me cause I do it - With a flair!