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