In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
and the people that come and go, stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
and little children laugh at him behind his back
and the banker never wears a mask, in the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
there beneath the blue suburban skies,
I sit a meanwhile back...
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
and in his pocket is a portrait of the queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
for a fish and finger pies, in summer, meanwhile back,
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
and though she feels as if she's in her place, she is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shoots another customer,
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
and the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there beneath the blue suburban skies, I sit and meanwhile back, Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there beneath the blue suburban skies... Penny Lane!
Standing in the dock at Southampton,
trying to get to Holland or France.
The man in the mac said, "You've got to turn back".
You know they didn't even give us a chance.
Christ you know it ain't easy,
you know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
they're going to crucify me.
Finally made the plane into Paris.
Honey mooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
"You can make it O.K.,
you can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain".
Christ you know it ain't easy,
you know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me.
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton,
talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, "Say what you doing in bed?".
I said, "We're only trying to get us some peace".
Christ you know it ain't easy,
you know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
they're going to crucify me.
Saving up your money for a rainy day,
giving all your clothes to charity.
Last night the wife said,
"Oh boy, when you're dead,
you don't take nothing with you,
but your soul - think!"
Made a lightning trip to Vienna,
eating chocolate cake in a bag.
The newspapers said, "She's gone to his head,
They look just like two gurus in drag".
Christ you know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
they're going to crucify me.
Caught an early plane back to London.
Fifty acorns tied in a sack.
The men from the press said, "We wish you success,
It's good to have the both of you back".
Christ you know it ain't easy,
you know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
they're going to crucify me.
The way things are going,
they're going to crucify me.
Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
Cows aren't fun
They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Se Tongue
He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doldrums
He mooed, "we must fight, escape or we'll die!"
Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun
But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded into a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed
He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns
They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cows well hung
Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
"We are free roving bovines. We run free today.
We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high!
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die!"
Cows with guns
They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung
Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way
The president said, "Enough is enough
These uppity cattle, its time to get tough!"
Cow dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on buns
The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay
Cows outgunned
The order was given to turn cows to Whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers. . . .
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
Well, it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
I could go on and on and on forever with brilliant songs.
But I shant.
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What the heck is that part even saying? I can't stand listening to music that you can't understand unless you have the lyrics sittin' right in front of you.
