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A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And all the people that come and go
In summer meanwhile back
The little children laugh at him behind his back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

Very strange

Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
I sit and meanwhile back
And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
And though she feels as if she's in a play
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
He likes to keep his fire engine clean

Very strange
I sit and meanwhile back in
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
She is anyway

There beneath the blue suburban skies

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
It's a clean machine
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
Stop and say hello