A               F#m            Hm        E7
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
         A                 F#m         Am
of ev'ry head he's had the pleasure to know
                                 F           E7     
And all the people that come and go stop and say hello

       A           F#m           Hm       E7
On the corner is a banker with a motor car.
           A                 F#m            Am
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
                              F           E7
And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain, very strange.

      G             Hm             C
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
G               Hm            C                E7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile
                
         A               F#m             Hm        E7           A
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass. And in his pocket is a 
F#m             Am
portrait of the queen.
                                 F             E7
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine.

      G             Hm             C
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
G                Hm     C              E7
Full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile

G                   Hm             C
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
G               Hm            C                E7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile

           A              F#m           Hm        E7
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
           A                F#m            Am
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
                                      F
And though she feels as if she's in a play
       E7
She is anyway.

         A               F#m            Hm      E7
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer.
           A               F#m           Am
We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trend
                            F                   E7
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain,

very strange.

G                   Hm             C
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
G               Hm            C                E7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile
      A
Penny Lane