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.