Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs. Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known. 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 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 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. Four of fish and finger pies. In summer meanwhile back. Behind the shelter in the middle of a 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. 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.