In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known, 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 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 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 the roundabout A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though 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.
