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

They burned down the gambling house

It died with an awful sound

Funky Claude was running in and out

Pulling things out of ground

When it all was over

We had to find another play-ace

Swiss time was running on

It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky

Smoke on the water

Solo

We ended up in the Grand Hotel

It was empty, cold and bare

But with the Rolling truck Stones

being just outside…huht… making our music there.

With a few red lights, a few old beds

We made the place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this

I know, I know we'll never forget.

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, Smoke on the water.