We all came out to Montreux
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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, fire in the sky
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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, 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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Making our music there
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With a few red lights and a few old beds
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We make 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, fire in the sky
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Smoke On The Water
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| Deep Purple |
