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.
But Frank Zappa an 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.
C5 G#5 G5
Smoke on the water
It burned down the gambling house,
it died with an awful sound.
A Funky Claude was running in and out,
Pulling kinds on the ground.
When it all was over,
We had to find another place.
Swiss time was running out.
It seemed that we would lose the race.
G5 C5 G5 C5
G5 G5 C5 G5
F5 G5 C5 F
We ended up at the Grand hotel.
It was empty, cold and dead.
But with the Rolling truck Stones staying just outside,
ha, making our music there.
With a few red lights, a few old beds,
we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this,
I know, I know we'll never forget.