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