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

 They burned down the gambling house
 It died with an awful sound
 Funky Claude [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, fire in the sky

 We ended up at the Grand Hotel
 It was empty cold and bare
 But with the Rolling [bad word] Stones thing just outside
 Making our music there
 With a few red lights and a few old beds
 We make a place to sweat
 No matter what we get out of this
 I know we'll never forget
 Smoke on the water, fire in the sky