Penny Lane - The Beatles
Totteridge Lane there is a Manager showing photographs
Of every lead he's had the pleasure to have blown
And all the players that come and go
Stop and say hello
On the corner is a Manager with a pile of crap
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the Manager always plays Chamakh
In the pouring rain...
Very strange
Totteridge Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In Totteridge Lane there is a Frenchman with a French rapper
And in his pocket is a portrait of Henry.
She likes to keep his engine clean
It's a clean machine
Trumpet Solo
Totteridge Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Fourth, no cup and season ticket rise
In summer, meanwhile back in
Totteridge Lane the wanker shafts another customer
We see the wanker sitting waiting for a pay rise
Then the Coneman rushes in
From the pouring rain...
Very strange
Totteridge Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Totteridge Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies...
Totteridge Lane.
