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 motor car
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 hour glass
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
Full of fish and finger pies in summer
Meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle
of a round about
The pretty nurse 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
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)