| We all came out to Montreux
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| On the Lake Geneva shoreline
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| To make records with 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 flare gun
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| Burned the place to the ground
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| Smoke on the water
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| And 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 Cloude 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
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| And fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water
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| We ended up in the Grand Hotel
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| It was empty cold and bare
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| But with Rolling truck Stones
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| staying just outside
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| Making our music there
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| With a few red lights
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| And a few old beds
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| We make the place to sweet
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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
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| And fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water |