In 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 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 Full of fish and finger pies in summer Meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle Of a round about The pretty nurses 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 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