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Penny Lane
(Lennon/McCartney)
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Penny GLane: there is a Embarber showing Am7photographsD7
Of every Ghead he's had the Empleasure to Gm7know.
And all the Em7-5people that come and Ebgo
Stop and D7say hello. C
Penny FLane is in my ears and in Am7my eyBbes.
FWet beneath the blue suburAm7ban skBbies,
I sit and Cdimmeanwhile: D7
On the corner is a banker with a motor car.
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a "mac"
In the pouring rain.
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.
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies,
I sit and meanwhile:
Back in Penny Lane: the barber shaves another customer.
We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trend.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies,
I sit and meanwhile back:
Penny GLane is in my ears and in Bm7my eCyes.
GWet beneath the blue suburBm7ban skCies.
Text:
In 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 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 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
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' 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,
Penny Lane.
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