Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photo-graphs
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 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
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back in Penny Lane
There is a fireman with an hour glass
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
four of fish and finger pies
In summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a round about
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's
In a play, she is any-way
Penny Lane the barber Shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting Waiting for a trim
and then the fireman rushes
