Penny Lane

Of every head hes 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

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

Its a clean machine

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 tho she feels as if shes in a play

She is anyway

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