Penny Lane

Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's 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, It's a clean machine                 Penny Lane is in my ears and  in my eye   A four 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's anyway             In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer    We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And then the fireman rushes in 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 Penny Lane is in my ears and  in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane   ACCORDS : Am/F# : 2O221O C#m   : X46654 E7    : O2O1OO E4    : O222OO Fmaj7 : 11321O