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