Ironic.. (8)

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, 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 good-bye, 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 this ironic ... don't you think? Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, when you think everything's ok and every things going right and life has a funny way of helping you out when you think evertyhing's gone wrong and everthing blows up, in your face a traffic jam when you're already late, a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break, It's like 10,000 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 I really do think...