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