Lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Music: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Arranger: Lin-Manuel Mirnada
Wedon't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
Wedon't talk about Bruno... but
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
We were getting ready, and therewasn'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
Wedon't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
Wedon'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 theycouldn'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 hey!
Wedon't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! Wedon't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
Wedon't talk about Bruno wedon't talk about Bruno!
He told me my fish would die
The next day: dead! No, no!
He told meI'd grow a gut!
And just like he said... no, no!
He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head no, no! Hey!
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
Ó ye,Mariano's on his way
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 youit's like I can hear him now
I can hear him now
Um, Bruno...
Yeah, about that Bruno...
I really need to know about Bruno...
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabella, yourboyfriend's here
Time for dinner!
A seven- foot frame it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day
Rats along his back we were getting ready
When he calls your name and therewasn't a cloud in the sky
It all fades to black no clouds allowed in the sky!
Yeah, he sees your dreams Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
And feasts on your screams thunder!
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go onÓ ye,Mariano's on his way
Bruno says," It looks like rain" a seven- foot frame, rats along his back
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
He's here!
Don't talk about Bruno, no! Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I nevershould've brought up Bruno!