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 & felt along The place where we had stood But we only found 7 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 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