22 October 2004


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

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 okay and everything’s going right
Everything goes wrong and 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 your dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
Isn't it ironic... don't you think

Trusting people - thinking they are true
Baring your soul and what it holds
Opening your heart to someone you thought you could depend on
Only to find that he’s a mere human after all
And not the friend you had counted on
Isn’t it ironic…

Life’s’ bitter lessons, betrayal of the soul…
And loves labor lost!