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