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