Penny Lane - The Beatles

Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs, 
Of every head he´s had the pleasure to have known. 
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. 

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, 
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. 
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.