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 motorcar

And 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.

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 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 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!