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 now
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

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
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race now
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

We ended up with the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
With the rolling truck stones parked
Just outside making our music there
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 now
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water