Song Two — “Count Adrian von Falkenbrück”

I am Count von Falkenbrück— yes, the name is rather long. It once opened every doorway, now it barely buys a song. My family had a fortune— past tense, if you please. It vanished with the markets, like champagne without the fizz. But I still wear my title like a perfectly cut suit. It may be slightly fraying, but it’s dignified… and cute. I know the world is changing, I see it every night. The boys dance closer to danger, the girls glow far too bright. Yet here I am, still smiling, with my cane and borrowed coat. A Count without a kingdom, but a devil with a note. So raise your glass, my darlings, to the noble and the broke. For I can’t afford the champagne— but I can still afford the joke. And if tomorrow brings a storm, well, storms and I are friends. I’ve weathered worse with less than this, and charm is how one bends. So dance with me, my beauties, before the night is through. For I may not have a fortune— but I still have all of you.