Penny Lane: There is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's has 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
Wet 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

Behine the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in play,  she is anyway
Penny Lane: The barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trend
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring ran, Very strange!

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies,  I sit and meanwhile back ...

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane





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