Penny Lane Lyrics

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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 to 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 

Wet 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 clean machine 



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my ears 

Full of fish and finger pies 

in summer meanwhile back 



Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout 

A 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 then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain 

very strange 



Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes 

Wet 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