We all come 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 pest place around
But some stupid with the flure gun burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down the danbling house it died with an awful sound
Funke and Cloud was running in and out pulling kids out the ground
When it all way over we had to find another place
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
We ended up in the Grand Hotel, it way empty, cool and fare
But with the Rolling truck Stones things just outside waking our music here
With the few red lights and a few old beds we made a place to sweat