Lyrics
but with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
the funky claude was running in and out
i know i ll never forget
we all came down to montreaux
Making our music there, a fire in the sky
smoke on the water
It died with an awful sound, it died with an awful sound
Repeat chorus, the swiss time was running out
But some stupid with a flare-gun, a few old beds, smoke on the water
no matter what we get out of this
Bruned the place to the ground, we ended up at the grand hotel
A few old beds, when it all was over
The swiss time was running out, repeat chorus
No matter what we get out of this, repeat chorus Judith, repeat chorus
It died with an awful sound, it was empty cold and bare Smoke, frank zappa and the mothers
Making our music there, we ended up at the grand hotel
but with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
When it all was over, we ended up at the grand hotel On, we had to find another place
frank zappa and the mothers
Frank zappa and the mothers, we didn t have much time
we made a place to sweat
I know i ll never forget, no matter what we get out of this, but with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
We didn t have much time, repeat chorus
smoke on the water
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside, repeat chorus Water, smoke on the water
With a few red lights, we made a place to sweat
Frank zappa and the mothers, but some stupid with a flare-gun
The funky claude was running in and out, smoke on the water
we had the best place around
We all came down to montreaux, a few old beds Owen, when it all was over
On the lake geneva shore line, it was empty cold and bare Judith, but some stupid with a flare-gun
smoke on the water
frank zappa and the mothers
To make records with the mobile, we had the best place around, we made a place to sweat
To make records with the mobile, bruned the place to the ground Judith, it died with an awful sound
When it all was over, we didn t have much time
We had to find another place, a few old beds
Making our music there, we didn t have much time Water, it was empty cold and bare
With a few red lights, bruned the place to the ground, it was empty cold and bare
On the lake geneva shore line, repeat chorus Owen, frank zappa and the mothers