Everybody sing: In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he’s had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, the little children laugh at him behind his back … Ok, ok, I can’t cite every lyric and every corresponding photo. For one thing, the firehouse isn’t there anymore, but I can show you the shelter in the middle of the roundabout. I found it amusing that it said “Sgt.