Lyrics
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes, she is anyway, a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
The little children laugh at him behind his back, there beneath the blue suburban skies, there beneath the blue suburban skies
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, in penny lane there is a fireman with an hourglass Singers, and then the fireman rushes in
Meanwhile back, it s a clean machine
very strange
Meanwhile back, stop and say hello
In penny lane there is a barber showing photographs, she is anyway
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim, a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes, stop and say hello Swingle, the little children laugh at him behind his back
there beneath the blue suburban skies
In penny lane there is a fireman with an hourglass, we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
There beneath the blue suburban skies, it s a clean machine, stop and say hello
there beneath the blue suburban skies
Of every head he s had the pleasure to have known, and meanwhile back, of every head he s had the pleasure to have known
and all the people that come and go
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, from the pouring rain
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
and all the people that come and go
and then the fireman rushes in
a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
Meanwhile back, there beneath the blue suburban skies
And then the fireman rushes in, there beneath the blue suburban skies, of every head he s had the pleasure to have known
and in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
In penny lane the barber shaves another customer, penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Of every head he s had the pleasure to have known, a four of fish and finger pies Swingle, there beneath the blue suburban skies
it s a clean machine
a four of fish and finger pies
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout, a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray