F#
       F#         B
        B           F#
       F#                   G#m
       G#m        
an old man turned ninety-eight
           F#
       F#          B
        B              F#
       F#                   G#m
       G#m        
he won the lottery and died the next day
       F#
       F#           B
        B                   F#
       F#           G#m
       G#m        
it's a black fly in your chardonnay
       F#
       F#               B
        B                  F#
       F#                G#m
       G#m        
it's a death row pardon two minutes to late
          F#
       F#          B
        B                      F#
       F#           G#m
       G#m        
isn't it ironic... don't you think
                     F#
       F#        B
        B                 F#
       F#             G#m
       G#m        
chorus:    it's like rain on your wedding day
                       F#
       F#        B
        B                     F#
       F#             G#m
       G#m        
           it's a free ride when you've already paid
                         F#
       F#          B
        B                  F#
       F#                 G#m
       G#m        
           it's the good advice that you just didn't take
           A
        A                      E
        E                     F#
       F#        
           who would have thought... it figures
mr. play-it-safe was afraid to fly
he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
he waited his whole damn life just to take that flight
and as the plane crashed down he thouht "well isn't this nice..."
             F#
       F#           B
        B                     F#
       F#            G#m
       G#m        
and isn't it ironic... don't you think?
(chorus)
     B
        B                                        F#
       F#        
well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
                                      G#m
       G#m        
when you think everything is okay and everything's going right
     B
        B                                       F#
       F#        
and life has a funny way of helping you out when
                                      G#m
       G#m        
you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face
B
        B           F#
       F#          (B
        B         very short)
a traffic jam when you are 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 like meeting the man of my dreams then meeting his beautiful wife
             F#
       F#            B
        B                    F#
       F#             G#m
       G#m        
and isn't it ironic... don't you think?
             F#
       F#            B
        B                     F#
       F#                     G#m
       G#m        
a little too ironic... and yeah i really do think...
(chorus)
 B
        B                                             F#
       F#        
life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
 B
        B                                 F#
       F#                       B
        B         
life has a funny, funny way  of helping you out -- helping you out

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