Press Stingy's green button because it's apparently his
This mailbox is mine And this triangunal 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 knew it, That's all there is to it It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine That's what I said: "It's mine!"
