We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don't talk about Bruno... but It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin- Thunder! You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day... but anyway 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 could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch 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 you