An old man turned ninety-eight, he won the lottery and died the next day…of a shock-induced heart attack It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay……poured to celebrate your apartment fumigation It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late…’cause the governor was busy watching Dead Man Walking And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
It’s like rain at a dehydration victim’s funeral It’s a free ride to your bankruptcy trial It’s the good advice to never listen to me Who would’ve thought…it figures
Mr. Play It Safe, he was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He’d waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought “Now I’ll never make it to that Fear of Flying seminar” And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
It’s like rain flooding an umbrella factory It’s a free ride to an overpriced car dealership It’s the good advice from the guy who just got you fired Who would’ve thought…it figures
A traffic jam when you’re already late…to receive an award for reducing automobile congestion A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break… at the R.J. Reynolds tobacco company It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife…to rob a soup kitchen It’s meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife…who’s also my relationship therapist 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…to the Egyptian sun god Ra It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid…for a stolen car It’s the good advice someone advised you not to take Who would’ve thought…it figures