Penny Lane

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
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

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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