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 Full 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