v.1
We all came out to Montreaux, 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
Til some stupid with a flare gun, burnt the place to the ground

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Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

v.2
It burned down the gamblin' house, it died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was runnin' in an' out, pullin' kids outta the ground
When it all was over, we had to find another place
Swiss time was runnin' out, it seemed that we would lose the race

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v.3
We ended up with the Grand Hotel, it was empty, cold and dead
But with the rollin' truck stones thing just outside, we made our music there
With a few red lights, a few old beds, we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get outta this, I know, I know we'll never forget

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