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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 gambling house

It died with an awful sound

Funky and Claude was running in and out

Pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over

we had to find another place

But Swiss Time was running 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, cool and fair

But with the Rolling truck Stones things just outside

Making our music here

With the few red lights and a few old beds

we made a place to sweat

No matter what we got out of this

I know, I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water and fire in the sky

Smoke on the water