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.
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.
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.