Lyrics:

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

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And isn't it ironic? Don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride and you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought it figures

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
Yeah, I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride and you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't taske
And who would've thought it figures

And yeah, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And yeah, life has a funny, funny way...of helping you out
Helping you out