Alanis Morissette
Música y Letras: Alanis Morissette & Glen 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.
Who would've thought... it figures.
Música y Letras: Alanis Morissette & Glen 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.
Who would've thought... it figures.
