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 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 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
Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim 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 LaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
