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