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...OL

All you see are silhouettes

And all you hear are castanets

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at Hernando's Hideaway...OL



At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go

You can 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 a match and you will know

That you're in Hernando's Hideaway...OL



ooohh yeah!

move over here a little closer...

mmmmm....

HEY!



Oh just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

That you're in Hernando's Hideaway.