I know a dark secluded place. A place where no one knows your face. A glass of wine, a fast embrace. ItÆs called HernandoÆs Hideaway. Ole! All youÆll see are silhouettes. And all youÆll hear are castanets. And no one cares how late it gets. Not at HernandoÆs Hideaway. Ole! At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know, But if youÆll go to the spot that I am thinkinÆ of, You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. Just knock thee times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe, Then strike a match and you will know YouÆre in HernandoÆs Hideway. Ole! Just knock three times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe, Then strike a match and you will know YouÆre in HernandoÆs Hideaway.
Lyrics © SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA OBO LAKSHMI PUJA MUSIC LTD. , SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA OBO J & J ROSS COMPANY
Song writers: JERRY ROSS, RICHARD ADLER