An old man, turned 98
He won the lottery, and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon, two minutes too late
And isn’t it ironic?
Don’t you think?
It’s like rain, on your wedding day
It’s a free ride, when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice, that you just didn’t take
And who would’ve thought? It figures
Mr. Play-It-Safe, was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase, and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole d*** life, to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought;
Well isn’t this nice?
And isn’t it ironic?
Don’t you think?
It’s like rain, on your wedding day
It’s a free ride, when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice, that you just didn’t take
And who would’ve thought? It figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
When you think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up in your face
A traffic jam, when you’re already late
A no smoking sign, on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful husband
And isn’t it ironic?
Don’t you think?
A little too ironic?
Yeah I really do think
It’s like rain, on your wedding day
It’s a free ride, when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice, that you just didn’t take
And who would’ve thought?
It figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way, of helping you out
Helping you out…