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

What a dash of hocus pocus

And a scent of burning sulfur in the air

I am 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 doesn't really 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 my everywhere

For it really doesn't matter what I say, what I say

I said it when I tell it with a seamless selabin

The magicians nursery rhyme

Abra -

Cadabra! You succumb to it every time!

Wave a stick, and each trick, will mystify and disarm

In fact, to coin a fitting phrase, it works, like a charm

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

I'm a rogue, a rake, a mountebank, a fake

But I do what e'er I dare

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!