Candid is no fun, Geraldo
Least your member doesn’t show
In that frightening smartphone pic
It gave me a fright, Geraldo
You are hung up on yourself
And think that you’re some kind of star
Least a towel’s ’round your junk

In a pose you clown, Geraldo
You are acting as you most often do: solipsistically
Always on parade, Geraldo
Since you’re young your bullshit’s rife
It’s not exactly that you lie
You were shameless in those days
And now you give us something shocking to the eye

You are one thing on the air, a blight
You now cause fright, Geraldo
You’re a guy who has hit seventy
Don’t wanna see Geraldo
Shamelessly you try to make the news
And have no regret
Narcissism is your yen
At it again, Geraldo

Now you’re old and gray, Geraldo
Apparently it’s Anthony Weiner-tweeter who’s the man
That has prompted you, Geraldo
I can still recall the frightful sight, the shock of see-o gland
Now you are one of these guys
Endowed perhaps, but don’t ply tweet-junk as the plan

It’s an ugly thing you share, a blight
It causes fright, Geraldo
You’re a guy who has hit seventy
Not heavenly, Geraldo
Shamelessly you try to make the news
And have no regret
It’s clear that you’re your best friend
At it again, Geraldo

It’s an ugly thing you share, a fright
Gives no delight, Geraldo
You’re a guy who has hit seventy
The new 50, Geraldo?!
Shamelessly you frighten us with views
Of your chest and pecs
But at least you didn’t sext
Or is that next, Geraldo?