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
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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
Who would ´ve thought . . . it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn 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
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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 wife
And isn´t it ironic . . . don´t you think
A little too ironic . . . and yeah I really do think . . .
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Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
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