Penny Lane

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. N.A. Very Strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Here beneath the blue suburban skies, I sit and meanwhile: On the corner is a banker with a motor car. The little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a "mac" In the pouring rain. N.A. Very Strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Here 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. N.A. Very Strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Here beneath the blue suburban skies, I sit and meanwhile: Back in Penny Lane: the barber shaves another customer. We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trend. And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain. N.A. Very Strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Here beneath the blue suburban skies, I sit and meanwhile back Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. Wet beneath the blue suburban skies.