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
And little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Refrein:
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.

Refrein.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies.

Penny Lane.