Smoke On The Water

We all came out to Montreux,
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, fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water.

They burned down the gambling house,
It died with an awful sound.
Funky 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.

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