In order to print songs, you must log in or register first
|
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 motorcar
|
|
The 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 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 a 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
|
Printed at -
