Tekster: Beatles, The. Penny Lane.

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 sitt, and meanwhile nack

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 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

Penny Lane is in my and in my eyes,

There beneath the blue suburban skies...

Penny Lane!