Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head hes had the pleasure to have known. And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello. On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, And 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, Its a clean machine. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Full of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if shes 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.