We all came out
to Montreux
On the lake
Geneva Shoreline
To make records
with a mobile
We didn't have
much time
Frank Zappa
and the mothers
Were at
the best place around
But some stupid
with a flare gun
Burned the place
to the ground
Smoke on the water
fire in the sky~
Smoke
on the water~
They burned down
the gambling house
It died
with a awful sound
Funky and claude was
running in and out~
Pulling kids out
the ground
When it all was over~
we had to find
Another place~
but swiss time
Was running out
it seemed that
We would lose the race
smoke on the water
Fire in the sky~
smoke on the water~
We ended up
at the Grand Hotel~
It was empty cold~
and bare
But with the rolling
truck stones thing
Just outside
making our music there
With a few red lights
a few old beds
We make a place
to sweat~
No matter what
we get out of this
I know I know
we'll never forget
Smoke on the water
fire in the sky~
Smoke
on the water~