作曲:A. Morissette,G. Ballard
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
And 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
And who would've thought
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
And 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 see
And who would've thought
It figures well life is a funny way
Of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's a way high high
Hate and life is a funny way
Helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face
Traffic jam when you're already late
And no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons
When all you need is a knife
It's like 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
And who would've thought it'd be good
And oh life has a funny way
Of giving up on you
Oh life has a funny funny way
Of helping you out
Helping you out