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 

But burning down 

They burned down the gambling house 
It died with an awful sound 
Funky Claude [bad word] in and out 
He was pulling kids out the ground 

When it all was over 
We had to find another place 
Swiss time [bad word] out 
It seemed that we would lose the race, now 

Smoke on the water 
fire in the sky 
Smoke on the water 

We ended up at the Grand Hotel 
It was empty cold and bare 
With the Rolling [bad word] Stones thing just outside 
Making our music there 

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 
fire in the sky 
Smoke on the water