An old man turned ninety -eight
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
And who would have thought it'd figure
Mr. Playface was afraid to fly
and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life
And as the plane crashed down
he thought, well isn't this nice?
It's like 98 on your wedding day
And who would have thought it'd good
when you think everything's okay
and everything's going right
Life is a funny way of helping
when you think everything's gone wrong
and everything blows up in your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the girl of your dreams
And then meeting her beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
It's like riding on your wedding day
that you just didn't take
And who would have thought
And you know life is a funny way
funny way of helping you out,