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Of every head he's had the pleasure to know Very strange 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 In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar |
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And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean There beneath the blue suburban skies It's a clean machine I sit and meanwhile back In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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A four of fish and finger pies A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray She is anyway Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes 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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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes I sit and meanwhile back And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain There beneath the blue suburban skies We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Very strange In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer |
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is in my ears Penny Lane and in my eyes the blue suburban skies There beneath Penny Lane |
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