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 to say hello ♪ On the corner is a banker with a mortor car The little children laugh at him behind his back And the banker never wears a mac in the pourig 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 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 eyes A four of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway In Peny Lane the Barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a 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 is in my ears and in my eyes ♪ There beneath the blue suburban skies ♪ Penny Lane!