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 A 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 A 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 Makin' 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 A 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