Penny Lane

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
motocar
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
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 ceep 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
Penny 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 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
I sit and meanwhile back penny lane