Hernando's Hideaway
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.Ole!
All you see are silhouettesAnd all you hear are castanetsAnd no one cares how late it gets,Not at Hernando’s Hideaway.Ole!
At the Golden Finger Bowl or any place you go
You’ll meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know.
But when 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 lowThat you and I were sent by Joe,Then strike a match and you will know:You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway.Ole!