This postbox is mine
And this triagonal sign
That blue balloon, the month of June
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
Ziggy's sweets are mine
That birdy's tweets are mine
The city streets, 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.