Penny Lane
There is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motor car
The little children laugh at hime behind his back
and the banker never wears a MAC
in the pouring rain, very strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile
Back in penny lane there is a fireman
with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machinePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Full of fish and finger pies in summer
Meanwhile Back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a round about
The pretty nurses selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play,
She is anywayPenny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trend
And then the fireman rushes in
from the pouring rain
Very strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane