Pluto I have some frightful news dear
In the New York Times
They've just reported you've been overthrown (aah ahh

Ahh)

From your solar throne for good


Pluto they say that you can't handle
Your own gravity

Well how can you overcome your body force
To clear the path for your own orbit


Now all the planets will gather around and have a thing
For you


They'll wrap their orbits warmly around you and send you
Off with love
Chin up pluto the stars still want you and we down here

Do too
You know what to do, just keep on keeping on


Pluto I have some frightful news dear

In the New York Times

They've just reported you've been overthrown (aah ahh
Ahh)
From your solar throne for good