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

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