Lyrics Ironic - Campsite Dream

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
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
Good advice that you just didn't take
And who would′ve thought it figures?
It's like rain
It′s a free ride
And 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?"
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
Good advice that you just didn′t take
And who would've thought it figures
It′s like rain
It's a free ride
And who would′ve thought it figures?