The clasp broke at the disco, Mom, I'm sorry

And the older men who hit on Becky

Nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls

And we searched the best we could

For two entire songs

We knelt and felt along the place where we had stood

But we only found seven of Grandmother's pearls

And as we rode the bus home, I thought surely

I'd wake up tomorrow

Just to find that I had dreamt up everything

There'd still be pearls on a string

I wouldn't smell like smoke

And I'd still have the cash that I had spent on drinks

Oh, I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls

Mom, don't cry

They are only pearls