Well, 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   A fire in the sky   Smoke on the water      Well, they burned down the gambling house   It died with an awful sound   Funky and Claude were running in and out   Pulling kids out the ground      And when it all was over   We had to find another place   Swiss time was running out   It seemed we would lose the race      There was smoke on the water   A fire in the sky   Smoke on the water      Well, we ended up at the Grand Hotel   It was empty cold and bare   But with the Rolling Stones truck just outside   We made our music there      With a few red lights, a few old beds   We make a place to sweat   And no matter what we get out of this   I know we'll never forget      Smoke on the water   A fire in the sky   Smoke on the water      [Incomprehensible]