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

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

If he dies, he dies I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? And you still ain't seen

So stop, drop and roll one We're on fire, I think Takes one to grow one Burned out like the prom queen We're right on the brink We're one of a kind It’s all mirrors and smoke rings We’re one of a kind We're all mirrors and smoke rings

Guitar gangsters and Cadillac blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker There's a Cadillac out in the dark There's a guitar gangster lighting a smoke And he feels the night, and he feels the fire Driving into the

Came up out the mud, brush the dirt up off me Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less Hopelessness but I'm in this shit for flesh Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car

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

I'm just blowin' smoke Yeah we're just blowin' We all say that we'll Quit someday When our nerves ain't shot Between the lunch and dinner rush Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America