Smoke on the water

We all came out to Montreux

On the Lake Geneva shoreline

To make records with a mobile, yeah

We didn't have much time now

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, you guys are great

They burned down the gambling house

It died with an awful sound

Funky Claude was running in and out

He was pulling kids out the ground now

When it all was over

Find another place

Swiss time was running out

It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky

Smoke on the water

Burn it down

We ended up at the Grand Hotel

It was empty, cold and bare

The Rolling truck Stones thing just outside

Huh, making our music there now

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, I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky

Smoke on the water

(I can't hear anything)

one more time

(Smoke on the water) hey!

Ouh ouh ouh ouh