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 motor car
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
Penny Lane, is in my ears and in my eyes
Full of fish-and-finger pies
Penny Lane, is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane