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.
    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.