Smoke on the Water

We all came out to Montreux

On the Lake Geneva shoreline

To make records with a mobile

Oh, we didn't have much time

Frank Zappa and the Mothers

Were at the best place around

When some stupid with a flare gun

Burned the place to the ground

Smoke on the water

And fire in the sky

Smoke on the water

It burned down the gambling house

It died with an awful sound

And Funky Claude was running in and out

Yeah, pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over

We had to find another place

And Swiss time was running out

It seemed as we would lose the race

Smoke on the water

And 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 found a place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this

I know, I know I'll never forget

Smoke on the water

And fire in the sky

Smoke on the water

Smoke, smoke

Running down

A fire in the sky

Smoke, smoke

Running down

Fire

A fire in the sky