Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there's 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 motorcar
 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
 On Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
 And in his pocket is the 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
 There beneath the blue suburban skies
 I sit and meanwhile back
 Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
 The pretty nurse is selling poppies from the tray
 And though she feels as if she's in a play
 She is anyway
 On Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
 You see the banker is sitting waiting for the 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
 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
 Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
 There beneath the blue suburban skies
 Penny Lane