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