LYRIC

The time-tunnel kicks us back to nineteen seventy-two,
We find ourselves in Osaka, there are playin' some dudes
Two times Ian, Roger, Ritchie and John
They let the water burn till everybody is done
An old sailor called Taylor, the cuties here got their cans queer
J.D. the believer, is that right my dear
Arrigato Mr. Mato knows where to check it out
But the geishas, they are leaving us deep in doubt

Smoke on the water, and fire in the sky
Freeze ninety degrees
Freeze all Japanese

At Tampopo's the ball fish on a small dish our favorite food
Phat taste no waste and it smells really good
Mr. Ho, J.D., Big H and me the M-C-O so
Listen up, we got the Japanese flow
Conichiwa, three feet high madame butterfly
Teach me Thai chi ha and don't be so shy hush hush

Smoke on the water
Freeze ninety degrees

Ooh here comes Godzilla
Come on and rock the house
Ooh here comes

Smoke on the water

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