Penny Lane

In 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 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

On Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is the 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
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from the tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

On Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
You see the banker is sitting waiting for the trim
And 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

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 is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies

Penny Lane