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, a-way!      All you see are silhouettes   And all you hear are castanets   And no one cares how late it gets   Not at Hernando's hideaway, a-way!      At the Golden Finger Bowl 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 and match and you will know   You're in Hernando's hideaway, a-way!      I know a dark, secluded place   A place where no one ever knows your face!   Wine is fine with a fast embrace   Hernando's Hideaway -away!      At the Golden Finger Bowl 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 and match and you will know   You're in Hernando's hideaway!