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
    They burned down the gambling house
  It died with an awful sound
  Funky Claude was running in and out
  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
    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 made 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