Penny Lane


Pen-ny Lane: there is a bar-ber show-ing pho-to-graphs
of ev-'ry head he's had the plea-sure to know._
And all the peo-ple that_ come and go
stop and say hel-lo.

Pen-ny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes._
Wet be-neath the blue sub-urb-an skies.
I sit and mean-while:

On the cor-ner is a bank-er with a mo-tor car.
The lit-tle chil-dren laugh at him be-hind his back._
And the bank-er nev-er wears a "mac"
in the pour-ing rain.

Pen-ny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes._
Wet be-neath the blue sub-urb-an skies.
I sit and mean-while:

Back in Pen-ny Lane: there is a fire-man with an hour_ glass.
And in his pock-et is a por-trait of the queen._
He likes to keep his fire_ en-gine clean,
it's a clean ma-chine.

Pen-ny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes._
Wet be-neath the blue sub-urb-an skies.
I sit and mean-while:

Back in Pen-ny Lane: the bar-ber shaves an-oth-er cus-tom-er.
We see the bank-er sit-ting, wait-ing for a trend._
And then the fire-man_ rush-es in
from the pour-ing rain.

Pen-ny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes._
Wet be-neath the blue sub-urb-an skies.
I sit and mean-while back:

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    Pen-ny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes._
    Wet be-neath the blue sub-ur-ban skies._

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