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