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Penny Lane
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 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 hour glass
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,
Four of fish and finger pies in summer
Meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A 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,
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
