We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time
But 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
Smoke on the water

They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound
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 that we would lose the race