Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"Penny Lane" Lyrics

by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Original Manuscript (1967)

In Penny Lane there was a barber
showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
It was easy not to go - he was very slow

Meanwhile back in Penny Lane behind the shelter
in the middle of the roundabout
A 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 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
and meanwhile back at
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies, Penny Lane

Second Manuscript (1967)

1. In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know
+ all the people that come and go
stop and say hello

2. In Penny Lane there On the corner is a banker with a motor car
the and little children laugh at him behind his back
and for the banker never wears a mac
in the pouring rain, very strange

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

There is a fireman with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's a clean machine (Ah Ah etc.)
Penny Lane is in ears and in my eyes
A Four of fish and finger pies in summer

As Released by the Beatles (1967)

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 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 hour-glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire-engine clean
It's a clean machine.

Aah, aah, aah, aah - aah!

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

Penny Lane!

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