An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next dayIt's a black fly in your chardonnayIt's a death row pardon two minutes too lateIsn't it ironic... don't you think .It's like rain on your wedding dayIt's a free ride when you've already paidIt's the good advice that you just didn't takeWho would've thought... it figuresMr. Play It Safe was afraid to flyHe packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-byeHe waited his whole damn life to take that flightAnd as the plane crashed down he thought"Well, isn't this nice." And Isn't this ironic ... don't youthink?.Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on youWhen you think everything's okay and everything's going rightAnd life has a funny way of helping you out whenYou think evertyhing's gone wrong and everything blows upIn your faceA traffic jam when you're already lateA no-smoking sign on your cigarette breakIt's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knifeIt's meeting the man of my dreamsand then meeting his beautiful wifeAnd isn't it ironic... don't you thinkA little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think...Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on youAnd life has a funny funny way of helping you outhelping you out