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 Smoke on the water, and fire in the sky Smoke on the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out 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 Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time Cause my friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Don't stop me Don't stop me Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Like a true nature's child We were born, born to be mild We can climb so high I never wanna die Born to be mild Born to be mild Born to be mild Born to be mild Born to be mild Born to be mild