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 laugh At him behind his back And the banker never wears a mack 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 (machine) Penny Lane Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes A four of fish and finger pies In summer meanwhile back Behind the shelter in The middle of a 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