(Richard Adler and Jerry Ros)
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I know a dark secluded place
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A place where no one knows your face
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A glass of wine, a fast embrace
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It's called Hernando's Hideaway, Ole
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All you see are silhouettes
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And all you hear are castanets
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And no one cares how late it gets
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Not at Hernando's Hideaway, Ole
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At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go
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You'll meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
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But if you go to the spot that I'm thinkin' of
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You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love
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Just knock three times and whisper low
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That you and I were sent by Joe
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Then strike a match and you will know
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You're in Hernando's Hideway, Ole
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[Musical Interlude]
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Just knock three times and whisper low
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That you and I were sent by Joe
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Then strike a match and you will know
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You're in Hernando's Hideaway
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Hernando's Hideaway
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Archie Bleyer |