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The Beatles
"Penny Lane" lyrics

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
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