Lyrics:

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 MEAN WHILE 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 A ROUNDABOUT
THE PRETTY NURSE IS SELLING POPPIES FROM A TRAY
AND THO' 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 SUBURBAN SKIES
I SIT, AND MEAN WHILE BACK.
PENNY LANE IS IN MY EARS AND IN MY EYES.
THERE BENEATH THE BLUE SUBURBAN SKIES,
PENNY LANE.