Lyrics:

PENNY LANE THERE IS A BARBER SHOWING PHOTOGRAPHS
OF EVERY HEAD HES 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 MOTOR CAR
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 HOUR GLASS
AND IN HIS POCKET IS A PORTRAIT OF THE QUEEN
HE LIKES TO KEEP HIS FIRE ENGINE CLEAN
ITS A CLEAN MACHINE

PENNY LANE IS IN MY EARS AND IN MY EYES...

BEHIND THE SHELTER IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROUNDABOUT
THE PRETTY NURSE IS SELLING POPPIES FROM A TRAY
AND THOUGH SHE FEELS AS IF SHES IN A PLAY
SHES ANYWAY

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