Lyrics:

We all came out to montreux, on the lake geneva sholine.to make records with the mobile, we didnot have much time.frank zappa and the mothers, were at the best place to the ground.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky.smokeon the water.
They burned down the gamblin'house, it died with an awful sound.the funkyclaude was runnig in and out, pullin'kids out the groud.when it all wasrunningout, it seemed that we would lose the race.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky.smoke on the water.
We ended up at tha grand hotel, is was empty, cold and damp.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 plce to sweat, no matter what, we get out of this, i know, i know we'll never forget.smoke on water, fire in the sky.smoke on the water