LYRICS
作曲 : A. N. Morissette/G. Ballard
An old man
Turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery
And died the next day
It's a back fly
in your chardonnay
It's a death row pardon
Two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think
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
It's the good advice
That you just didn't take
Who would've thought,it figures
It's like rain
A traffic jam
When you're already late
A no-smoking sign
On your 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 it 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've already paid
It's the good advice
That you just didn't take
Who would've thought,it figures
It's like rain
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