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