Penny Lane

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

Little children laugh at him behind his Mack

And the banker never wears a mac

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

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 far off fish and finger pies

In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout

Pretty nurses selling puppies from a tray

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

She is anyway

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

I sit and meanwhile back

Penny Lane