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| 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 |
| Bridge: |
| 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 though 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 |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| 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 |
