This mailbox is mine

And this triagonal sign

That blue balloon, the month of June

They're mine mine mine mine mine

Ziggy's sweets are mine

That birdie's tweets are mine

The city street, both of your feet

They're all emphatically mine.

It all belongs to me

Everything that I see

North, South, East and West

I caress it, 'cause I possess it

I'm Stingy, and it's mine.

And this instrumental break is also mine.

The floor and ceiling are mine

All your feelings are mine

You always knew it

That's all there is to it

It's mine mine mine mine mine

That's what I said, it's mine.