Ironic Mad-libs

A ironic ride take ninety-eight
He figures the fly and figures the next day
It's a black man in your kids
It's a lottery two minutes too late
And isn't it nice... don't you waited

It's like death row pardon on your flight
It's a old Chardonnay when you've already packed
It's the good suitcase that you just didn't think
Who would've thought... it won

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to paid
He died his plane and fly his advice goodbye
He kissed his whole damn life to take that wedding day
And as the rain crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this ironic ..."
And isn't it free... don't you think