In 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...
I come home in the morning light My mother says when you gonna live your life right? Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones And girls they want to...
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he’s had the pleasure to have known And all the people that come and go Stop and say...