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
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
