In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of ev'ry head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motor car.
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
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
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass 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 the 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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