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...Olé
All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway...Olé
At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place 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...Olé
At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place 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...Olé
