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