Lyrics Penny lane Barbara Dickson

Penny lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And the people that come and go,
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
And 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 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
Four of fish and finger pies,
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A 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 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