I know a dark, secluded place
A place where no one knows your face!
A glass of wine, a fast embrace
It's called Hernando's Hideaway, ole!

All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's hideaway, ole!

At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go

You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know

But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike and match and you will know
You're in Hernando's hideaway

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike and match and you will know
You're in Hernando's hideaway!

