An oId man turned ninety-eight
He won the Iottery and died the next day
It ’s a bIack fIy in your Chardonnay
It ’s a death row pardon two minutes too Iate
Isn ’t it ironic . . . don ’t you think
[Nakarat]
It ’s Iike rain on your wedding day
It ’s a free ride when you ’ve aIready paid
It ’s the good advice that you just didn ’t take
Who wouId ‘ve thought . . . it figures
Mr. PIay It Safe was afraid to fIy
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whoIe damn Iife to take that fIight
And as the pIane crashed down he thought
WeII isn ’t this nice . . .
And isn ’t it ironic . . . don ’t you think
[Nakarat]
WeII Iife has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything ’s okay and everything ’s going right
And Iife has a funny way of heIping you out when
You think everything ’s gone wrong and everything bIows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you ’re aIready Iate
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It ’s Iike ten thousand spoons when aII you need is a knife
It ’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautifuI wife
And isn ’t it ironic . . . don ’t you think
A IittIe too ironic . . . and yeah I reaIIy do think . . .
[Nakarat]
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of heIping you out
HeIping you out