I am a nearly burnt out star,
Venus hates my guts,
Sun won't look at me,
Mars is even spreading lies.

Mama Moon, will I die soon?
I've had enough of you,
Mama Moon, sing me a tune.
I've got my hand on a gun,
Mama Moon, before it's afternoon.

I am about to implode and explode,
Jupiter is king of my life,
Pluto won't let me go,
Mercury seems to be dead.

Mama Moon, will I die soon?
I've have enough of you,
Mama Moon, sing me a tune,
I've got my hand on a gun,
Mama Moon, and now it's afternoon.