Lennon/McCartney





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 to say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motor car

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

Here 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 clean machine



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my ears

Four of fish and finger pies

in summer meanwhile 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

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

Here 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