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 & 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

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

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
But with the Rolling Truck Stones
Thing just outside making our music there
With a few red lights an' 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