Penny Lane Songtext
von Maria Augusta

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
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 roundabout
The 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 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
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane