[Lyric] Ironic (Campsite Dream)

An old man turned 98
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 you've already paid
The good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

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
The good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures
And who would've thought, it figures