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, 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 Finger Bowl or anyplace 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 low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

You're in Hernando's Hideaway, olé

Ooh, ha ha ha ha. Fresh!

Who's that?

Poopsie? Poopsie? Poopsie!

Hey buddy! This ain't Poopsie!

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

Joe sent us

Shh

Poopsie? Poopsie?

At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go

You'll 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