Penny Lane Lyrics by The Beatles
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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,
and 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 the 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.
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,   and 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 the 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.