Verse:
    F#  B   F#              G#m
An old man  turned ninety-eight   
            F#   B      F#            G#m
He won the lottery and died the next day
       F#     B          F#        G#m
It´s a black fly in your  Chardonnay
       F#         B          F#           G#m
It´s a death row pardon two minutes too late
          F#    B  F#               G#m
Isn´t it ironic ... don´t you think 

 Chorus:
         F#   B         F#       G#m
It´s like rain on your wedding day
            F#  B             F#       G#m
It´s a free ride when you´ve already paid
              F#  B            F#           G#m
It´s the good advice that you just didn´t take
    A          E                  F# 
Who would´ve thought ... it figures 

 Verse:
   F#        B       F#         G#m
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
   F#          B            F#              G#m
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
              F#          B       F