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 make a place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky