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