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Oh, it really doesn’t matter what I do, what I do<br>
As long as I do it with a flair<br>
What effect a little smoke is with a dash of hocus pocus<br>
And the scent of burning sulfur in the air<br>
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I’m a fraud, a hoke, a charlatan, a joke,<br>
But they love me ... everywhere.<br>
For it really doesn’t matter what I do, what I do<br>
As long as I do it with a flair <br>
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And it really doesn’t matter what I say, what I say<br>
As long as I say it with a flair!<br>
First I rattle off a ready stock of gibberish and poppycock<br>
and fix you with my best hypnotic stare.<br>
With my moans and groans and soporific tones they have cheered me everywhere!<br>
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For, it  really doesn’t matter what I say, what I say<br>
I said it when I tell it with a seamless selabin<br>
The magician’s nursery rhyme<br>
Abra…cadabra! You succumb to it, every time!<br>
Wave a stick, and each trick, will mystify and disarm.<br>
In fact, to coin a fitting phrase, it works, like a charm!<br>
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So, it really doesn’t matter what I brew, what I brew<br>
As long as I brew it with a flair.<br>
Though I’ve never cast a magic spell<br>
I make the motions very well<br>
My showmanship is far beyond compare.<br>
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I’m a rogue, a rake, a mountebank, a fake,<br>
But I do whate’er I dare.<br>
For, it really doesn’t matter what I do, what I do…<br>
You buy my charms and poxes  ‘cause they come in fancy boxes!<br>
To improve your ugly daughter, I’ve a vial of colored water!<br>
And my magic incantations can be framed as decorations,<br>
Though there’s really nothing to it, and of course, you all see through it,<br>
You love me cause I do it, with a flair!<br>
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