Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs

of every head he's had the pleasure to know.

And all the people that come and go

stop and say hello.



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, very strange.



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

There beneath the blue suburban skies

I sit, and meanwhile back



In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass

and in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.

He likes to keep his fire engine clean,

it's a clean machine.



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

A four of fish and finger pies

in summer, meanwhile back



Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout

the pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray

And though she feels as if she's in a play.

she is anyway.



In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,

We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.

And then the fireman rushes in

from the pouring rain, very strange.



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

There beneath the blue suburban skies

I sit, and meanwhile back.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

There beneath the blue suburban skies,

Penny Lane.






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