Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs<br/>Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.<br/>And all the people that come and go<br/>Stop and say hello.<br/><br/>On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,<br/>The little children laugh at him behind his back.<br/>And the banker never wears a mac<br/>In the pouring rain, very strange.<br/><br/>Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.<br/>There beneath the blue suburban skies<br/>I sit, and meanwhile back<br/><br/>In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass<br/>And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.<br/>He likes to keep his fire engine clean,<br/>It's a clean machine.<br/><br/>Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.<br/>A four of fish and finger pies<br/>In summer, meanwhile back<br/><br/>Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout<br/>The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray<br/>And tho' she feels as if she's in a play<br/>She is anyway.<br/><br/>In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,<br/>We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.<br/>And then the fireman rushes in<br/>From the pouring rain, very strange.<br/><br/>Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.<br/>There beneath the blue suburban skies<br/>I sit, and meanwhile back.<br/>Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.<br/>There beneath the blue suburban skies,<br/>Penny Lane.