Lyrics:

Pluto I have some frightful news dear
In the New York Times
They've just reported you've been overthrown (ah ah ah)
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 (ah ah ah)
From your solar throne for good