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 A fire in the sky Smoke on the water But burning down 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 When it all was over We had to find another place 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 at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare With the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there 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, Smoke on the water A fire in the sky Smoke on the water