It's 5 AM on a Saturday
There aren't many streams about
There's a schizo sittin' next to me
Saying to take my oshi and get out
And I hide his reply and I ritualpost
I send my oshi all my love
And it's dumb and it's shit but I swear I won't quit
Because my oshi's a gift from above

la la la de de da
la la de de da da da da

Give us a stream, you're the chuuba man
Give us a stream tonight
Well we're all in the mood for depression posts
But a stream might make it alright

Now Gael on twitter is a friend of mine
He tracks his follows with glee
And he's quick with a stream and his model's supreme
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
And Eira posts about leaving us
As the smile runs away from her face
And we all know that she'll wear the dress
But she can't seem to get out of this place

oh la la la de de da
la la de de da da da da

Now Mau is a medium journalist
Who never had time for a life
And he's talking with Lapin, who should probably be nappin'
And he thinks that he'll make her his wife
And our chuuni is screaming at jellyfish
As he quickly begins to get drunk
And the cat is watching him carefully 
Cause she thinks that he is a hunk
Give us a stream, you're the chuuba man
Give us a stream tonight
Well we're all in the mood for depression posts
But a stream might make it alright

It's a pretty dead thread for a Saturday
And the maangers give me some rules
Cause they know I'll go live and the viewers will thrive
On chatting and just being fools
And the thread it looks like a garbage can
And the stream's dropped to 240p
But they sit in the chat and gift subs and all that
And say I've got nowhere else I should be

oh la la la de de da
la la de de da da da da

Give us a stream, you're the chuuba man
Give us a stream tonight
Well we're all in the mood for depression posts
But a stream might make it alright