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
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
           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 goodbye
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?
               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...

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you  
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out