We all came out to Montreux
on the lake Geneva sh oreline
To make records with a mobile
we didn't have much time
Frank Zappa & the Mothers
were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
burned the place to the ground.
They burned down the gambling house
it died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out,
pulling kids out of 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.
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
it was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling Trucks Stones thing just
outside, we made our music there
With a few red lights an' a few old beds,
we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this,
I know, I know we'll never forget.
