Well, 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
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

Well, they burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky and Claude were running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground

And when it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running out
It seemed we would lose the race

There was smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

Well, we ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling Stones truck just outside
We made our music there

With a few red lights, a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
And no matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

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