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