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 streets, both 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
[Interlude]
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