Dum di dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Dum di dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of ev'ry 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 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,
a four of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-a-bout
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.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburbarn skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane
Dum di dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of ev'ry 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 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,
a four of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-a-bout
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.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburbarn skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane