Penny Lane

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 (machine)

Penny Lane

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 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