penny lane

in 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. a four of fish and finger pies

in summer

meanwhile back

behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout

a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray

and though 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.