| We all came out to Montreaux
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| On the Lake Geneva shoreline
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| To make records with a mobile
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| We didn’t have much time
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| Frank Zappa and the Mothers
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| Were at the best place around
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| But some stupid with a flare gun
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| Burned the place to the ground
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| Smoke on the water, the fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water
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| They burned down the gambling house
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| It died with an awful sound
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| Funky & Claude was running in and out
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| Pulling kids out the ground
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| When it all was over
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| We had to find another place
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| But Swiss time was running out
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| It seemed that we would lose the race
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| Smoke on the water, the fire in the sky
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| We ended up at the Grand Hotel
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| It was empty, cold and bare
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| But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
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| Makin' our music there
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| With a few red lights and a few old beds
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| We made a place to sweat
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| No matter what we get out of this
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| I know, we’ll never forget
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| Smoke on the water, the fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water, the fire in the sky
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| GEORGIA:
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| Georgia, Georgia, just smile and ease my pain
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| An old sweet song
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| Georgia on my mind
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| Georgia, Georgia, just smile…
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| An old sweet song, baby
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| Georgia on my mind
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| (I love you baby, I love you so)
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| Or…
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| (You know what I’m talking about) |