And now, the end is near;
And so we face the final curtain.
Our friends, We'll say it clear,
We'll state our case, of which we're uncertain.
We've lived a life thats full.
We've travelled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
We did it the McCann way.
Donations, we've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
We did what we had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
We planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
We did it the McCann way.
Yes, there were times, we're sure you knew
When we bit off more than we could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
We couldn't wait from Portugal to get out.
We couldn't face it all and we stood small;
And did it the McCann way.
We've run, we're daft, we cannot hide.
We've had our fill; our share of the fund.
And now, as the cash goes dry,
We find it all so distressing.
To think we did all that;
And may we say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not us,
We did it the McCann way.
For what are we, what have we got?
If not Madeleine, then the next best thing.
To say the things we don't truly feel;
And not the words of those who are guilty.
The record shows we dodged the blows -
And did it the McCann way!
