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!