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, 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, yeah

Pulling kids out the ground 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 Smoke on the water, 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 and a few old beds

We make a place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this

I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

Smoke on the water Smoke, smoke, running down

Fire in the sky

Smoke, smoke, running down

Fire, fire in the sky