text: In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
  Of every head hes 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
  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
  Its 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 shes 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