We all came out to MontreuxOn the Lake Geneva shorelineTo make records with a mobileWe didn't have much time
But Frank Zappa and the mothersWe're at the best place aroundBut some stupid with a flare gunBurned the place to the ground
Smoke on the waterAnd fire in the skySmoke on the water
They burned down the gambling houseIt died with an awful soundFunky Claude was running in and outPulling kids out thе ground
When it all was overWe had to find anothеr placeBut Swiss time was running outIt seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the waterAnd fire in the skySmoke on the water
We ended up at the Grand HotelIt was empty, cold and bareBut with the rolling truck stones thing just outsideMaking our music there
With a few red lights, a few old bedsWe made a place to sweatNo matter what, we get out of thisI know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the waterAnd fire in the skySmoke on the water