In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs of every head he's had the pleasure to known 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 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 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!
(Paul McCartney/John Lennon)