Beatles - Penny Lane

Beatles - 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 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 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 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

Penny Lane
the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting
waiting for a trim
And 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