Lyrics：Paul Mccartney Music：Paul Mccartney Artist：Paul Mccartney
In 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 mack 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 fireman with an hourglass
and in his pocket in 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 full 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