A perennial babykisser, a tireless parader, and a would-be close personal friend of every San Francisco voter, Rolph proved a tonic because no one doubted his personal integrity or emotional sincerity.

Say that again and I'll give you a thick ear.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Above all though, our poll seems to indicate one thing - in 2009 classic rock still rules.