Lyrics: Alanis Morissette
Music: Alanis Morissette/Glen Ballard
Hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah- ah- ah, yeah
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
Andisn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride whenyou've already paid
It's the good advice that you justdidn't take
And whowould'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?"
Andisn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride whenyou've already paid
It's the good advice that you justdidn't take
And whowould've thought? It figures
Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you thinkeverything's okay andeverything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
When you thinkeverything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face
It's a traffic jam whenyou'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
Andisn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride whenyou've already paid
It's the good advice that you justdidn't take
And whowould've thought? It figures
And yeah, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out