Penny Lane

Penny Lane Penny Lane is more than just the last stop on the number 62 bus Far removed from that of today Where the children spit and cuss The place tourists go to experience and kick up a fuss Penny Lane words depict a black and white portrait of history A branch on every scouse family tree That which mum and dad got to see When they were teens Today viewing Penny Lane through the lens on a tourists bus You sadly wont encounter any of this It's very strange the way Liverpool changed The old barber shop has been replaced by a supermarket chain The banker opted for a foreign exchange He now runs the New York stock exchange And Freddy the fireman who kept a picture in his pocket of the queen Apparently batted for the opposing team He turned out such a scream The only thing to the naked eye that appears to have stayed the same Are the Beatles flying in the park under the cover of dark And in typical fashion the English summer Is still pouring rain Its very strange Something's never change Here beneath Liverpool's decaying blue and red suburban sky I was born and and shall die