Key: B
Introduction:
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
No, no, no
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
Bm Em F#
But, it was my wedding day
Em
We were getting ready
Bm Em F# Em
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky
Bm Em F# Em
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
G
Thunder!
F#
You telling this story, or am I?
Bm Em F# Em
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
Bm Em F# Em
In doing so, he floods my brain
Bm Em F# Em
Married in a hurricane
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
No, no, no
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
Bm Em
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno
F#
Stuttering or stumbling
Em
I can always hear him sort
Of muttering and mumbling
Bm Em
I associate him with the sound
F#
Of falling sand
Bm Em F#
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Em
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
G F#
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Bm Em F# Em
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
Bm Em F# Em
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Bm Em
Yeah, he sees your dreams
F# Em
And feasts on your screams
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
No, no, no
G F#
We don't talk about Bruno
Bm Em
He told me my fish would die
F#
The next day, dead
Bm Em
He told me I'd grow a gut
F#
And just like he said
Bm Em
He said that all my hair would disappear
F#
Now, look at my head
G
Your fate is sealed
F#
When your prophecy is read
D A
He told me that the life of my dreams
Bm G
Would be promised, and someday be mine
D A
He told me that my power would grow
Bm G
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
D A
He told me that the man of my dreams
Bm
Would be just out of reach
G
Betrothed to another
D A
It's like I hear him, now
Bm G
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you
I can hear him, now
G F#
Hm, Bruno
G F#
Yeah, about that Bruno
G F#
I really need to know about Bruno
G F#
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Time for dinner
Bm Em F# Em
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
Bm Em F# Em
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Bm Em
Yeah, he sees your dreams
F# Em
And feasts on your screams
G
Thunder!
F#
You telling this story, or am I?
Bm Em F# Em
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
Bm Em F# Em
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Bm Em
Yeah, he sees your dreams
F# Em
And feasts on your screams
G F#
Don't talk about Bruno, no
G F# Bm
Not a word about Bruno