In 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 motorcar, the little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mack, 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 is a fireman with an hourglass, and in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen. He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. A four 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 tho' she feels as if she's in a play, she is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer, we see the banker sitting waiting 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..

The Chesapeake Bay Bridge