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