Paroles de Smoke On The Water

We all came down to Montreaux On the lake geneva shore line To make records with the mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the mothers We had 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 gambling house It died with an awful sound The funky claude was running in and out Pulling kids out on the ground When it all was over We had to find another place The swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race 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 I''ll never forget