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. 
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,
Very strange 

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies.
I sit and meawhile back 

In Penny Lane there is a fire man with an hour glass.
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.
Full 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 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.
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 meawhile back 

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies.
Penny Lane