Penny Lane
In Penny Lane is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
Little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac
Pouring rain, very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is a fireman with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine
It's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Four of fish and finger
In summer back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A 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 back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane
Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
