Three Alternate Verses Lyrics

We three kings of Orient are
One on a bicycle, one in a car,
One on a scooter blowing his hooter,
Following yonder star.

We three kings of Madison square
Trying to sell this cheap underwear.
They're fantastic,
No elastic,
Twenty five cents a pair.

We three men of Orient are
Smoking on a rubber cigar.
One was loaded,
It exploded.
Now we're on yonder star.

[Optional last line:]
"Silent Night, Holy Night"