Lyrics

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?
Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Nadine Morissette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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