(basica transicao...) 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 to late 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 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..." and isn’t it ironic... don’t you think? well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything is okay and everything’s going right and life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up in your face 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 and isn’t it ironic... don’t you think? a little too ironic... and yeah i really do think... life has a funny way of sneaking up on you life has a funny funny way  of helping you out -- helping you out