作曲 : Edwards/Jones Lyrics：Paul Mccartney Music：Paul Mccartney Artist：Paul Mccartney 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 motor car 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 meanwhile back in Penny Lane there is fireman with an hourglass and in his pocket in 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 full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout 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 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
作曲 : Edwards/Jones Lyrics：Paul Mccartney Music：Paul Mccartney Artist：Paul Mccartney 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 motor car 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 meanwhile back in Penny Lane there is fireman with an hourglass and in his pocket in 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 full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout 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 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
