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!