Penny Lane

Penny Lane - The Hit Co.

Penny Lane there in 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

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.

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.

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.

Where beneath the blue suburban skies...

Penny Lane!