6-zylinder Penny Lane
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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of ev'ry 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 motorcar,
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 hourglass
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,
a four of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-a-bout
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 suburbarn skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane