This mailbox is mine.
And this triangular sign.
The 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 miiiiine!
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!