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