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Very strange Stop and say hello 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 And all the people that come and go Of every head he's had the pleasure to know The little children laugh at him behind his back |
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It's a clean machine I sit and meanwhile back And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass There beneath the blue suburban skies He likes to keep his fire engine clean |
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Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout And though she feels as if she's in a play A four of fish and finger pies Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray In summer meanwhile back She is anyway |
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And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Very strange In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes I sit and meanwhile back There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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There beneath and in my eyes suburban skies Penny Lane Penny Lane is in my ears the blue |
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