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