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The old barber shop has been replaced by a supermarket chain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
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