We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records
with the 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
The fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down
the gamblin' house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude
was running in and out
Pullin' 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
A 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
Makin' 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
The fire in the sky
Smoke on the water