Penny Lane

Many lain there is a blob of shoving photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people like to come and go Stop and say hello On the corner is a bank of the motor car The little children laughing him behind his back And the bank never wears a mask

In the pouring rain Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears And in my eyes Superbous skies In Penny Lane the reservoir More than hourglass Portrait of the Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean It's a clean machine From a tray father shaves another customer

we see the bike a silly way to go trip and then the fireman rushes in Penny Lane!