kumbaworld
penny lane
Beatles
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photgraphs
Of every head hes had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker wiht a motocar,
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 whit and hourglass
And in his pocket is a portait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
Its a clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Full of fish and fingers pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse us selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if shes 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 un
From pouring rain is 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 eats and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane!!