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
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 (machine)
Penny Lane
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
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