Penny Lane (Stereo Mix 2017)

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 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 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

And Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

There, beneath the blue suburban skies

Penny Lane