Pen ny (C)Lane there is a (Am)bar ber show ing (Dm)pho to graphs of ev ’ry (C)head he’s had the (Am)pleas ure to a (Cm7)know.

And all the peo ple that come and go

stop and (G7)say hel lo.

On the (C)cor ner is a (Am)bank er with a (Dm)mo tor car; the lit tle (C)chil dren laugh at (Am)him be hind his (Cm7)back.

And And the bank er nev er wears a mac

in the (Gsus)pour ing rain,

(F)ver y strange!

Pen ny (Bb)Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,

(Bb)wet be neath the blue sub ur ban skies I sit.

And (G)mean while back in Pen ny (C)Lane there is a (Am)fire man with an (Dm)hour glass.

And in his (C)pock et is a (Am)por trait of the (Cm7)Queen.

He likes to keep his fire en gine clean;

it’s a (Gsus)clean ma chine!

Pen ny (Bb)Lane is in my ears and in my eyes;

full of fish and fin ger pies in sum mer.

(G)Mean while back be hind the (G)mean while back...

Pen ny (C)Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,

(C)there be neath the blue sub ur ban skies.

Pen ny Lane.