An F#old Hman F#turned ninety-G#mieight
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 to late
isn't it F#ironicH... don't you F#thinkG#mi
R:
It's like racF#Hin on your F#wedding G#miday
It's a free F#Hride when you've F#already G#mipaid
iI's the good adF#Hvice that you F#just didn't G#mitake
AAnd who would have G#mithought... it F#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 just to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thouht "well isn't this nice..."
and isn't it ironic... don't you think?
R
Well Hlife has a funny way of sneaking F#up on you
When you think everything is okay and G#mieverything's Going right
And Hlife has a funny way of helping F#you out when
you think everything's gone wrong and G#mieverything blows up in your face
A traffic jam when you are 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 like meeting the man of my dreams then meeting his Beautiful wife
and isn't it ironic... don't you think?
a little too ironic... and yeah i really do think...
R:
Hlife has a funny way of sneaking up on F#you
Hlife has a funny, funny way F#of helping you Hout helping you out