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
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
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
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
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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, 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
Eravamo andati tutti a Montreux It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
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
Sulla spiaggia del lago di Ginevra
Per fare dischi con un furgoncino
Non avevamo molto tempo
Frank Zappa e i Mothers
Erano in una posizione migliore
Ma qualche stupido con una pistola a razzi
Incendiò l'edificio radendolo al suolo
Fumo sull'acqua, fuoco nel cielo
Hanno bruciato quella casa da gioco
È perita con un suono orribile
Claude, adirato, correva dentro e fuori
Tirando fuori dall'edificio i bambini
Quando fu tutto finito
Noi dovemmo trovarci un altro posto
Ma il tempo svizzero stava volando via
Sembrava che dovessimo perdere la gara
Fumo sull'acqua, fuoco nel cielo
Siamo finiti al Grand Hotel
Era vuoto, freddo e spoglio
Ma con il nostro furgone stile "Rolling Stones" là fuori
Noi facevamo musica lì
Con un po' di luci rosse e alcuni vecchi letti
Ci creammo un posto da spavento
Non importa cosa abbiamo ricavato da ciò
So che non lo dimenticheremo mai
Fumo sull'acqua, fuoco nel cielo
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