We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile,yeah
We didn't have much time now
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the 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 gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
He was 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
-SOLO-
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
The Rolling truck Stones thing'sjust outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and 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,fire...
I can hear you
Come on now
Smoke on the water,fire in the sky
Come on man
Smoke on the water,fire in the sky
I still can hear you,come on now
Smoke on the water,fire in the sky
One more time
Smoke on the water...