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And all the people that come and go Very strange In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain The little children laugh at him behind his back Of every head he's had the pleasure to know On the corner is a banker with a motorcar Stop and say hello |
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In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass I sit and meanwhile back He likes to keep his fire engine clean There beneath the blue suburban skies And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen It's a clean machine Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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She is anyway 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 Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A four of fish and finger pies |
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Very strange And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain There beneath the blue suburban skies 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 |
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and in my eyes Penny Lane suburban skies is in my ears the blue Penny Lane There beneath |
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