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 Motorcar,
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 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 A Roundabout
The Pretty Nurse Is Selling Poppies From A Tray
And Tho' 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.