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