Penny Lane there is a barber showing
photographs / of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go
stop to say hello
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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
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
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
(Repeat 1st Chorus twice)