Penny Lane

Penny Lane - Maria Augusta

Penny lane there is a barber showing photographs

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

Llittle 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

Penny lane there is 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 full of fish and finger pies

In summer meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout

Pretty nurse is 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

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

I sit and meanwhile back

Penny lane