Songwriters: Blackmore, Ritchie; Gillan, Ian; Glover, Roger; Lord, Jon; Paice, Ian;
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, now
Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know, they burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
He was pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race, now
Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky, burning, burning
Smoke on the water
Down to the ground
Hear you play
You know now, we ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
With the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
Few red lights and 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, now
Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
Everywhere, everywhere
See me burn, alright now
It was tumblin’ down
Burn, burn, burn, yeah
It’s burning down, oh baby
It’s burning down
It’s burning down
Burning down
