(Lennon/McCartney)



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 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