Lyrics:
We all came out to MontreuxOn the Lake Geneva shorelineTo make records with a mobileWe didn't have much timeFrank Zappa and the MothersWere at the best place in townWhen some stupid with a flare gunBurned the place to the groundSmoke on the waterA fire in the skySmoke on the waterThey burned down the gambling houseIt died with an awful soundFunky Claude was running in and outDragging kids out the groundWhen it all was overWe had to find another placeSwiss time was running outIt seemed that we would lose the raceSmoke on the waterA fire in the skySmoke on the waterWe ended up at the grand hotelIt was empty, cold and bareAnd with the rolling truck stones thing just outsideWe made our music thereWith a few red lights and a few old bedsWe made a place to sweatNo matter what we get out of thisI know I know we'll never forgetSmoke on the waterA fire in the skySmoke on the water