We Three Kings of Autoland Are

I woke up with "We Three Kings" playing in my head and suddenly it became a parody of the big three automakers flying to Washington.

Time ran out and I had to stop in the middle. Want to help me finish it?

We three kings of Autoland are

In our jets to salvage a car

Heeled and poutin', sore and countin'

Begging to fill our jar.

O Car of blunder, car of blight

Car with bailout in its sight

Downward leading, still proceeding…

…your turn!