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 silhouettes   And all you hear are castanets   And no one cares how late it gets   Not at Hernando’s Hideaway. Ole!      INSTRUMENTAL   At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go   INSTRUMENTAL   You’ll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know   INSTRUMENTAL   But if 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 low   That you and I were sent by Joe    Then strike a match and you will know    You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway. Ole!