An old man turned ninety-eight
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
Isn't it ironic...don't you think
Chorus:
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride
When you're already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
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 damned life
To take that flight
And as the plane crashed down
He thought:"Well isn't it nice..."
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
Chorus
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
