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 to 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. 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 clean machine. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my ears. Full 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. 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, here 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!