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 Not a cloud, too loud in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin Thunder You're telling a story, or am I? I'm sorry, me, but I go Bruno says it looks like rain What did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain A brother gets the umbrella 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! Could I live if it were Bruno stuttering and stumbling I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of a sand Ch-ch-ch-ch It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always let the widow 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 Yet he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams Hey! 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! Oh no 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 hair Oh no Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised to someday be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine Okay, now me, I know some of these words He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear his voice I want not a sound out of now I can hear him now Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno Really needs to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner It was my wedding night It was my dream that he ever wanted A cloud in his sky When he said his heart was turning And I missed your wedding You were telling him to call me on your mind He told me that the man of my dreams Would be promised to someday be mine And I'm fine Married in a hurricane And I'm fine He's here Don't talk about Bruno Why did I talk about Bruno? Not a word about Bruno Never should have heard of Bruno
