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We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make a record 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

It burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
And Funky 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 as we would lose the race

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

We ended up the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
But I know, I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

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