Penny Lane (Lennon/McCartney) 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 tho' 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