Let me put the head in I need some water Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down Might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heart beat racin' like a

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water 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

He's a good time cowboy Casanova Leaning up against the record machine He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes And he only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't

My youth is yours Trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls Runaway now and forevermore A truth so loud you can’t ignore My youth, my youth, my youth And the stars exploding

So let’s sit by an English river ‘Til the water runs dry We’re neither saints or sinners So leave your history behind Can we light a cigarette And talk about days gone by? Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time Take it one day at a time Let’s

East to South, North to West Seabirds fly the salty wind See us go, as they go, across the borderlines Can we go, as they go, across the borderlines? I can feel the fear hang heavy on the water Glinting sharply with the pale moonlight Mothers hold on

Playin' in a travelin' band I want to move Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand Seven thirty seven comin' out of the sky Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride Well I'm flyin' 'cross the land tryin' to get a hand Take me

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Polly wants a cracker Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed

Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout A little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out The Golden Rim Motor Inn Soft water and a color TV So consumed with the shape I'm in Can't enjoy the luxury Melancholy wine-soaked tenderness She hated