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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePenny Lane
Penny lane there is a barber showing photographsOf every head he's had the pleasure to have knownAnd all the people that come and goStop and say helloOn the corner is a banker with a motor carThe little children laugh at him behind his backAnd the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rainVery strangePenny lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit and meanwhile backIn penny lane there is a fireman with an hourglassAnd in his pocket is a portrait of the queenHe likes to keep his fire engine cleanIt's a clean machinePenny lane is in my ears and in my eyesA four of fish and finger piesIn summer, meanwhile backBehind the shelter in the middle of the roundaboutThe pretty nurse is selling poppies from a trayAnd though she feels as if she's in a playShe is anywayPenny lane the barber shaves another customerWe see the banker sitting waiting for a trimAnd then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rainVery strangePenny lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesPenny lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesPenny lane
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