Penny Lane Lyrics

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 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.

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 the round-a-bout
A 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...