We all came out to Montreaux
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
And fire in the sky.

They burned down the gambling house,
It died with an awful sound.
Funky and 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
And 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
And fire in the sky.