Penny Lane

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, say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
A 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, 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
Though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway, she is anyway

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
You see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, from the pouring rain

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There's beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane