Penny there is a showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a with a motorcar
The little laugh at him behind his back
And the never wears a mac
In the pouring rain...
Very strange

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny there is a with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the .
He likes to keep his clean
It's a clean machine

Trumpet Solo

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
Four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the in the middle of a
A pretty is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

Penny the shaves another
We see the sitting waiting for a trim
Then the rushes in
From the pouring rain...
Very strange

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies...
Penny Lane.
showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a with a motorcar
The little laugh at him behind his back
And the never wears a mac
In the pouring rain...
Very strange

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny there is a with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the .
He likes to keep his clean
It's a clean machine

Trumpet Solo

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
Four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the in the middle of a
A pretty is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

Penny the shaves another
We see the sitting waiting for a trim
Then the rushes in
From the pouring rain...
Very strange

Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue skies...
Penny Lane.