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