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