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Lyrics to Penny Lane by the Beatles
- 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 tho' 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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