O GOOGLE DÁ MUITO JEITO

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, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water

They burned down the gamblin' house,
It died with an awful sound
and Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky ,smoke on the water

Afinal, bem melhor fizera quando ignorara o "poema" do Smoke on the water". Para lá de ter percebido que a Mãe, afinal, não era a de Frank Zappa, o poema é uma treta - nas sábias palavras do meu Vasco quando se refere a 90 % das leituras a que o Plano Nacional de Leitura o tem obrigado.

Fico com refrão.... e o ritmo e o baixo e o solo e a bateria - que entra atrasada algumas vezes que o cavalo era fraco. Não na versão trabalhada passada em baixo. Mas na versão original. No Made in Japan. Ainda deve existir no sotão do meu Pai em vinil....