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