Smoke on the Water

We all came out to Montreux on the Lake Geneva shoreline. To make records with a mobile vibe. Huh, we didn't have much time. Frank Zappa and the Mothers, they had the best Place around. Some stupid with a flame thrower gun burned the Place to the ground. Smoke on the water And fire in the sky. Smoke on the water. The burning down the gambling house. It died with an awful sound. The funky cloud was running out. Hm. Pulling kids underground. Oh, and so it was over. We had to find another place. Yes, the time was running out. It seemed that we would lose the race. Smoke on the water. A fire in the sky. Smoke on the water. Woo! We, we ended up the Grand Hotel. It was empty, cold and bare. But with a rolling truck stond thing just outside Making our music there. With the colored lights and colored paints. We made a place to swear. No matter that we gained all this, I know, I know we'll never forget. Smoke on the water. And fire in the sky. Smoke on the water. Fire in the sky. Smoke. Smoke on the water. I said smoke. Ooh, smoke.