Smoke On The Water

Well, 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

A fire in the sky

Smoke on the water



Well, they burned down the gambling house

It died with an awful sound

Funky and Claude were running in and out

Pulling kids out the ground



And when it all was over

We had to find another place

Swiss time was running out

It seemed we would lose the race



There was smoke on the water

A fire in the sky

Smoke on the water



Well, we ended up at the Grand Hotel

It was empty cold and bare

But with the Rolling Stones truck just outside

We made our music there



With a few red lights, a few old beds

We make a place to sweat

And no matter what we get out of this

I know we'll never forget



Smoke on the water

A fire in the sky

Smoke on the water



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