| Song: Penny Lane
Singer: The Beatles
In Sinny Lane there's an assassin showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have chopped,
And the people that went there is slain,
Never seen again.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker steals all of their Macs
In the pouring rain, they all hang.
Sinny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the black and scary skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In Sinny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the dean.
He likes to keep his fire truck dirty.
Perfect for the birds
Sinny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
I lost my fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
An ugly nurse is selling poison from a tray
And she feels as if it is all just play
She is really gay.
In Sinny Lane the assassin murders another man,
We see the banker sitting waiting for the bus.
And then the fireman comes, saves him
In the pouring rain, what the cuss?
Sinny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the black and scary skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Sinny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the black and scary skies,
Sinny Lane.
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