(Penny Lane)
Memory Lane, and Grandma‘s showing photographs
To everyone she happens to meet
When she’s down the street
They’re in an album neat
On the corner sits Grandpa with his motorcar
And he sits there waiting for Grandma at the shops
And yet she always calls him Pops, again and again
Very strange
Memory Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back in
Memory Lane, Grandpa potters in his garden shed
And his garden is always very green
He likes to keep his garden clean
It's clean and green
Memory Lane, is in my ears and in my eyes
Grandma’s lemon meringue pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
Grandma is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Memory Lane, Grandpa goes cruising in his motorcar
We see that Grandma’s sitting waiting for him
And then, then she calls out “Hey Pops!” again and again
Very strange
Memory Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Memory Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Memory Lane