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 helloOn 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 strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back inPenny 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 machinePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer meanwhile backBehind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anywayPenny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
Very strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile backPenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane