歌词
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
Written by: Jerry Ross, Richard Adler
