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 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 Lane