We all came out Montreux, on the lake Geneva shoreli.
To meke records with the MObile, we didn't have much time.
Frank Zappa and the Mothers, were at best place around.
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 gamblin'house.It died with an swful sound.
The funky claude was running in and out, pullin'kids
When it all was over, we had to find another place.
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 Grand Hotel, it was empty, cold and damp.
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside, making our misic 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, we'll never forget.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water.
