We all came out to Monster On the lake in the middle of shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time But Frank Zappa and the mother Are at the best place around Some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke from the water Fire in the sky Smoke from the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound A funky croc was running in and out Pulling kids out of the ground When it all was over We had to find another place The Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke from the water Fire in the sky Smoke from the water Smoke from the water Smoke from the water We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty, cold and dead But with the Rolling Crocs songs playing just outside Making our music there With 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 from the water Fire in the sky Smoke from the water Smoke from the water Smoke from the water