Penny Lane
In 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.
Penny Lane Is In My Ears
And In My Eyes.
There beneath The Blue suburban Skies
I sit, And 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
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
I sit, And meanwhile back.

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