Penny Lane (Sneer Reprise)

Lyrics

Okay, boomer. Let's take a walk.

The tour bus sighs diesel on the corner.
A sea of phone screens pointed at a street sign.
There is a barber showing photographs...
on his curated Instagram, it's fifty quid for the "Scouse Experience."
And the pretty nurse, she's not selling poppies from a tray.
She's a brand ambassador selling CBD oil from a pop-up.
The banker with the mac never came.
He cashed out, sold the branch to a WeWork.

Oh, Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
It's a QR code for the guided tour, a limited NFT drop, surprise.
Yeah, Penny Lane is a backdrop for your vibe.
Beneath the blue suburban skies, it's an asset class, fully capitalized.

The shelter in the middle of the roundabout?
It's an Airbnb Plus now, five stars.
"Quirky Beatles-themed getaway."
Minimum two-night stay.
And the fireman, he doesn't rush in.
He's a digital nomad renting the upstairs flat, complaining about the wifi.
The whole street's a museum where you can sleep for a price.
A ghost town with a gift shop.

Oh, Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
It's a QR code for the guided tour, a limited NFT drop, surprise.
Yeah, Penny Lane is a backdrop for your vibe.
Beneath the blue suburban skies, it's an asset class, fully capitalized.

So you paid for the flight.
You paid for the Magical Mystery bus.
You're standing here, pointing your phone at a building where nothing happens anymore.
Trying to buy a feeling from 1967.
You think it's nostalgia?
It's just real estate, babe.
Every brick has a yield.
Every memory's been leveraged.
You're not connecting with history.
You're just a data point in their quarterly earnings report.

Penny Lane.
A sound investment.
Check-in is at three.
Late checkout fees apply.
Penny Lane.
Sold out.