[Deep Purple]

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, fire in the sky


They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out

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


We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare

But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
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 we'll never forget

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky