Point It At Gran chords by Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock
Point It At Gran


Am             F
Alone and pointless by her mouldering self
  C            Dm
She stares at the tin of sardines on the shelf
   Am         E
By a paraffin lamp in a dingy brown room
   Am    E       Am
Gran sits and broods in the thickening gloom
    Dm              Am
It's a gloom that congeals; it's so greasy and thick
     E          Am
You could cut into strips and roast on a stick
  Dm                Am
And hand round to friends but there's nobody there
   Am      E
Just Gran, on her own, in a miserable chair
E

So don't point it at me
      Am
Point it at Gran
            F
She needs it more than I do
            C
And more than Princess Anne
              Dm
When Princess Anne's eighty-two
                 Am
And living in a one room flat in Hackney
        E
Maybe she could do with a bit as well


E
Don't point it at me
           Am
Don't point it at yourself
         F
Just point it at Gran
            C
And the sardines on the shelf
         Dm
Don't point it at me
          Am
I've had more than enough
         E
Just point it at Gran

She could do with plenty of stuff
E
Don't point it at me
      Am
Point it at Gran
          F
Well, it could be a firehose
         C
Or it could be a flan
          Dm
Now some people are happy
          Am
And some people are bored
          E
And some people are left

And completely ignored
  F          Am    E