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 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