歌词
Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
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