Penny Lane there's 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 him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a "Mac" in the pouring rain,
very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back.
In Penny Lane there's a fireman with a hour glass
and in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clear, it's a clean machine.
Penny 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 roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
and though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
Very strange.
Penny 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
