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

At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go
You'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know
But if we 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
Ole

Oh, it's dark in here, Res
Who's there?
Poopsie, where are you?
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
Ole

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 we 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
Ole