The Kennedy Choir - Penny Lane
Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop and say "Hello"
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
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
There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
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
A four of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-about
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play she is anyway
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
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop and say "Hello"
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
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
There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
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
A four of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-about
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play she is anyway
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
Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop and say "Hello"
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
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
There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
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
A four of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-about
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play she is anyway
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
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop and say "Hello"
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
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
There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
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
A four of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-about
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play she is anyway
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
