Lyrics:

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 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