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