Where the highway runs down, just south of our town
With the grass all around it now tall Built by the good of an old brotherhood
Stands the Bohemian Hall A scene of romance, a neighborhood dance
Spring, summer, winter or fall No matter the season, let sure find a reason
For Saturday night at the hall Saturday night, heat the prairie moon lights
You can hear the accordion call Over and over I hear it again
Saturday night at the hall
As a kid I would stand by the two-piece band Feelin' the rhythm and beat
The floor was a whirl, a kaleidoscope swirl Of skirts, hair, high-steppin' feet
You could fox-trot, bunny-hop, and two-step or two
Above any debutante ball If you can't do the polka, then do a fast one
On Saturday night at the hall Saturday night, heat the prairie moon lights
You can hear the accordion call Over and over I hear it again
It's Saturday night at the hall
And then midnight came round We'd line up and go down
To the basement for kolaches and buns And some lingered on till the beer was all gone
Not wanting to part with the fun With kid-tired heads and blankets for beds
In the backs of our mom's and dad's cars We'd head home in the streams
Of foggy-filled dreams As lovers would head for the stars
Saturday night, heat the prairie moon lights You could hear the accordion call
Over and over I hear it again It's Saturday night at the hall
Saturday night, oh, what a night Saturday night at the hall
Saturday night