Smoke On The Water
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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, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water
They burned down the gamblin' house,

It died with an awful sound
A 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
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there

With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget