Flair

Hey there, fans, here to say

Perhaps you'd like to know how I get through the day

Hard work, dull work, playing the clown

If I were more perceptive it might get me down

I go to work, make losing bids

Then I go home and fight with Jane about the kids

I do some chores, I pay some bills

I got to bed and, if I have to, take some pills

I start my day, I pay more bills

I have my laughs, I take my spills

And as I go on through the day, accept my ration

Of ordinary, everyday humiliation

Where, where is flair?

Where's the flash when you enter the room

And they know that you're there?

Where's the daring it takes to release

What you know is inside?

Where's the skill to produce an effect

But not look like you tried?

Where, where is dash?

Why do most people slog through the day

When they could have panache?

To got out in the world with that "Je ne sais quoi"

My grandmother once called "An air"

To have style and a stamp

That is style, not just camp

Tell me where, oh where, oh where, is flair?

Where, where's romance?

Why am I bottled up

When I could face the music and dance?

To be blessed with the guts to go out to the brink

With all of your senses aware

To feel love, to be "there"

To go mad and not care

Tell me where, oh where, oh where, is flair?