Smoke on the water..

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.
Smoke on the water..

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.
Smoke on the water..

We ended up at the Grand hotel
It was