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 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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