Don't wanna be a one man woman Got me stranded like a boat in the sand Just the thought of not spreading my wings drives me crazy Dressing up, fixing my strut Always prepared, you never know who shows up around the corner Maybe it's that Director Oh, I can sing, I can dance I can learn the smooth moves I will do anything you ask me to do Jump out on the stage, get locked up in a cage, Director Glitter and a touch of glamour Wanna impress me, show me real amour Flower curtains, rose petals on my bed, I'm your sweetheart Every new day a new chance for success The sooner, the better, 'cause I'll be the best But I draw the line at getting undressed, Director Oh, I can sing, I can dance I can learn the smooth moves I will do anything you ask me to do Jump out on the stage, get locked up in a cage, Director Mr Director I will do anything you want me to do Hey, Mr Director Anything, anything for you I can sing, I can dance Oh, I can sing, I can dance I can learn the smooth moves I will do anything you ask me to do Jump out on the stage, get locked up in a cage, Director Oh, I can sing, I can dance I can learn the smooth moves I will do anything you ask me to do Jump out on the stage, get locked up in a cage, Director Oh, bring it on, Director I know how to deliver Come on, Director

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 And the banker never wears a mack In 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 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 A four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And then 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