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In the pouring rain - very strange. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, There beneath the blue suburban skies. I sitt, and meanwhile nack. 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.
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,
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 ear and in my eye A four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back
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.
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.
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.
Mar 18, 1996 · In the pouring rain. Very strange. [Chorus 1] Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile back. [Verse 3] In Penny Lane there is a fireman ...
