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 and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children laughing 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 For a 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 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 in Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane Penny Lane