Penny Lane

Beatles



Penny Lane there in 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,

And 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 the 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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