Ironic
Musica di Alanis Morissette e Glen Ballard, Testo di Alanis Morisette.

An old man turned ninetyeight;
he won the lottery and died the next day.
It'a 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're already paid.
It's the good advice that you just didn't take;
who would've thought it figures.

Mister play it safe was afraid to fly;
he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good bye.
He waited his whole damm 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're already paid.
It's the good advice that you just didn't take;
who would've thought it figures.

Well, life has funny way of sneaking up on you
when you think ev'ry thing's O.K.
and ev'ry thing's going right.
And life has a funny way of helping you
out when you think ev'ry things gone wrong
and ev'ry thing blow up in your face.

Traffic jam when you're already late;
a no smoking sign on you're 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 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 when you're already paid.
It's the good advice that you just didn't take;
who would've thought it figures
And you know life has a funny way
Of sneaking up on you.
Life is a funny, fummy way of helping you out, helping you out.

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