Penny Lane
There is a barber showing photographs
of every girl he's had the pleasure to a-shag
and everybody who reads a mag
you know they're all slags

On the corner is a gayman with a big fat dick
the little buggers laugh at him behind his bits
But the gayman never gives a shit
in the pouring rain(very strange)

Chorus
Penny Lane
is in my ears, without a sound
Wnkers, Tarts and Tramps are all around
(everybody else hates them)

In Penny Lane there is a fireman
with a shiny knob
And in his pocket is a can of Heinz baked beans
he likes to keep his shiny knob quite clean
It's a pee machine

(Trumpets Interlude)

Chrous
Penny Lane
is full of bollocks junk and lies
For a shit and wanker pie
(When in main street, take a wizz)

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The sexy maid is selling milk straight from her juggs,
but nobody ever gives a f***,
but the prostitutes

Penny Lane, the barber shags another
customer,
We see the gayman sitting waiting for a f***,
but then he gets run over by a truck
in the pouring rain(very strange)

Chrous(x2)

End