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