Where Have They All Gone?

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

I used to be a permanent MC
The spinning central figure of the fun
The heavy action took its cue from me
Who else could make things run?

For I threw parties once upon a time
That started out with everybody tight
And ended only just this side of crime
So wasn't that my right?

I had the leisure problem taped
With my huge capacity for absorbing pleasure
Time wasn't killed so much as raped
I had its measure

And the shindig kept a rhythm night to night
With people turning up and turning on
They used to call it strictly out of sight
So where have they all gone?