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