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Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographsOf every head he's had the pleasure to have knownAnd all the people that come and goStop and say helloOn the corner is a banker with a motorcarThe little children laugh at him behind his backAnd the banker never wears a macIn the pouring rainVery strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit, and meanwhile backIn Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglassAnd in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.He likes to keep his fire engine cleanIt's a clean machinePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesFour of fish and finger piesIn summer, meanwhile backBehind the shelter in the middle of a roundaboutA pretty nurse is selling poppies from a trayLetras de cancionesAnd though she feels as if she's in a playShe is anywayPenny Lane the barber shaves another customerWe see the banker sitting waiting for a trimThen the fireman rushes inFrom the pouring rainVery strangePenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit, and meanwhile backPenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesPenny Lane From Letras Mania