We all came down from montraux,on the lake geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile,we didn't have much time Frank Zeffer and among others,were at the best place around Till some stupid with a flaregun,he burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water,fire in the sky,smoke on the water
They burnt down the gamblin house,it died with an awful sound Funky claude was runin in and out,pulin kids from the ground When it all was over,we had to find another place Swiss time was runin out fast,we're gona lose our race Smoke on the water,fire in the sky,smoke on the water
(Guitar Solo)
We ended up at the grand hotel,it was empty cold and bare With the rolling truck stones just outside,we made our music there A few old red lights and a few old beds,we made a place to sweat Well no matter what we get out of this,well i know we'll never forget Smoke on the water,fire in the sky,smoke on the water