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

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.