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