I know a dark secluded place
 place where no-one knows your face
 glass of wine, a vast 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 fingerbowl 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 a match and you will know
 You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!)

 At the golden fingerbowl 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 a match and you will know
 You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!)