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• Artiste: Barbara Dickson
• Titre: Penny Lane
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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known And the 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 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 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 Four of fish and finger pies, In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play, She is anyway In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And the fireman rushes in From 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 Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane