Karaoké Penny Lane The Beatles

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 and 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

Wet 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 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

Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer

We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim

And then 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