We all came out to Montreux 
On the Lake Geneva shoreline 
To make records with mobile 
We didn't have much time 

Frank Zappa and The Mothers 
Were at the best place around 
But some stupid with flare gun 
Burned the place to the grand 

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

They burned down the gambling house 
It died with an awful sound 
Funky Cloude [bad word] in and out 
Pulling kids out the ground 

When it all was over 
We had to find another place 
But Swiss time [bad word] out 
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 was empty cold and bare 
But with Rolling [bad word] Stones thing just outside 
Making our music there 

With a few red lights 
And a few old beds 
We make the place to sweet 
No metter what we get out of this 
I know we'll never forget 

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