Penny Lane

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.
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,
Where 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,
Full of fish and finger pies in summer
Meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the round about
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray,
And though she feels as if she’s in a play,
She is anyway.

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,
Where 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.