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And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain Very strange Stop and say hello The little children laugh at him behind his back Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs On the corner is a banker with a motorcar |
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I sit and meanwhile back It's a clean machine There beneath the blue suburban skies And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass He likes to keep his fire engine clean Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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And though she feels as if she's in a play Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A four of fish and finger pies Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes She is anyway A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray In summer meanwhile back |
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And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes I sit and meanwhile back We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Very strange |
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the blue There beneath suburban skies Penny Lane Penny Lane and in my eyes is in my ears |
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