Just in time for his candidacy, I propose this as Fred Thompson's theme song (to the tune of Blue Oyster Cult’s Godzilla):
His polling goes up while the others go down
as he dithers and dithers he’s making up ground,
Helpless candidates who are in the race,
Scream “My God!” as he closes in on them.
He’s just an actor and a man-about-town,
But his time in the senate has made him profound.
Oh, no, they say he’s going to go. Run, run, Fred Thompson!
Oh, no, he’s Reagan-like you know. Run, run, Fred Thompson!
History shows again and again,That even an actor could become president.