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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 aroundBut some stupid with a flare gunBurned the place to the groundSmoke on the water, fire in the skyThey burned down the gambling houseIt died with an awful soundFunky Claude was running in and outPulling kids out the groundWhen it all was overWe had to find another placeBut Swiss time was running outIt seemed that we would lose the raceSmoke on the water, fire in the skyWe ended up at the Grand HotelIt was empty cold and bareBut with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outsideMaking our music thereWith a few red lights and a few old bedsWe make a place to sweatNo matter what we get out of thisI know we'll never forgetSmoke on the water, fire in the sky From Letras Mania