In Penny Lane there is a barber
Showing photographs
Of every head
He's had the pleasure to have known
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 mac
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