We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time, no

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
But burning down

You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
He was pulling kids out of ground

When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
It was burning
Smoke on the water
Down to the ground, it was

You know
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

A few red lights, 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
Everywhere
It was tumbling down
Everybody was crying