The clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry & The older men who hit on Becky Nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls & We searched the best we could For two entire songs we knelt & felt along The place where we had stood But we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls & As we rode the bus home I thought surely I'd wake up tomorrow just to find That I had dreamed up everything There'd still be pearls on a string I wouldn't smell like smoke & 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're only pearls