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 birdy's tweets are mine The city streets, the 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 mi-i-ne And this instrumental break is also mine The floor and the ceiling are mine All your feelings are mine You always new it That's all there is to it It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine That's what I said: It's mine!