Lyrics Malcolm McLaren

Malcolm McLaren

Deep In Vogue

This has got to be a special tribute to the houses of New York

Le Beija, Extravaganza, Magnifique, St. Laurent, Omni, Ebony, Dupree.

In my black tights just throwing shade

Doing this dance that some queen made

I remember the first time I saw it,

Told my brother to put me up on it,

It wasn't easy no 1, 2, 3

Took a long time to learn to feel free

But here I am Vogueing pretty

In some club deep in this city

Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue

Imagine runway modelling, in freeze frame

At the ball that's what they call Vogueing

Vogueing is a challenge dance

Instead of fighting you take it out on the dance floor

10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, are there anymore!

Sometimes on a legendary night

Like the closing of the Ôgarage

When the crowd is calling down the spirits

Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before'*

Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue

The House of Extravaganza the House of Dupree

Who the hell are they?

They're nobody, except when they're in that little ballroom