Penny Lane

Inn Penny Lain they're is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure too no .
And awl the people that come and go
Stop and say hello .

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at hymn behind his back .
And the banker never wears a mack
Inn the pouring reign, very strange .

Penny Lain is inn my ears and inn my eyes .
They're beneath the blew suburban skies
Eye sit, and meanwhile back

Inn penny Lain they're is a fireman with an hourglass
And inn his pocket is a portrait of the Quean .
He likes too keep his fire engine clean,
Its a clean machine .

Penny Lain is inn my ears and inn my eyes .
A for of fish and finger pies
Inn summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter inn the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a trey
And tho ' she feels as if she's inn a play
She is anyway .

Inn Penny Lain the barber shaves another customer,
Whee sea the banker sitting waiting fore a trim .
And then the fireman rushes inn
From the pouring reign, very strange .

Penny lain is inn my ears and inn my eyes .
They're beneath the blew suburban skies
Eye sit, and meanwhile back .
Penny lain is inn my ears and inn my eyes .
They're beneath the blew suburban skies,
Penny Lain .