Penny Lane
Penny Lane there is a barber showing photogrphs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go... stop to say hello
On the corner ys a banker with a motor car,
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...
Here beneath the blue suburban skies,
I sit a meanwhile back in