Paroles de Penny Lane
On Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographsOf every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all that people that come and go, stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
And little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain
That is strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
On Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
For of fish-and-finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling puppies from a tray
I know she feels as if she's in a play, she is anyway
On Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for the trim
But the the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
On Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
For of fish-and-finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling puppies from a tray
I know she feels as if she's in a play, she is anyway
On Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for the trim
But the the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain I sit, and meanwhile back
LENNON, JOHN WINSTON / MCCARTNEY, PAUL JAMES
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