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