I know a dark secluded place
A place where no one knows your face.
A gla** 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'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you are sitting close and making love to me
you may take my heart, you may take my soul, but not my key
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway. Ole!