We all came out to Montreaux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records 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 And fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky and 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