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
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, you guys are great
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 now
When it all was over Find another place
Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the water
Burn it down We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare The Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Huh, making our music there now With a few red lights and a few old beds
We made a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water (I can't hear anything)
one more time (Smoke on the water) hey!