Beatles (+) Penny Lane
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 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
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 a clean machine
Very strange
Trumpet Solo
Penny Lane is in
my ears and in my eyes
Four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the
middle of a 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
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.