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!)