Penny Lane Live

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 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 it’s a clean machine                                             Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes 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