tuning is standard.  The song is originally in the key of B, but I lowered it a step.  Have fun!!!

				IRONIC


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Verse 1:    An old man turned ninety-eight
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            He won the lottery and died the next day
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            It's a black fly in your chardonnay
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            It's a death row pardon two minutes to late
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            And isn't it ironic...  Don't you think?

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Chorus:   It's like rain   on your wedding day
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           It's a free ride when you've already paid
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           It's the good advice that you just didn't take
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           And who would have thought...  It figures


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Verse 2:  Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly
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          He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
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          And as the plane crashed down he thought, "well isn't this nice?"
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          And isn't it ironic... Don't you think?

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Bridge:  Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
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         When you think everything is okay and everything's going right
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         And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think
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         Everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face

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Verse 3   A traffic jam when you are already late
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          A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
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          It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
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          It's like meeting the man of my dreams
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          And then meeting his beautiful wife