Produced by Lewis Childs and James Villa for Groundswell Studios, Portland, OR.
Words and music by Andee Joyce.
All instruments/instrumental arrangement: James Villa.
Vocal arrangement: Andee Joyce.
Vocals: Andee Joyce (lead and backgrounds), Lewis Childs (backgrounds).

Lyrics

Mmmm…
Is there anything that could make you wanna dance
At a time like this, at a time like this
Get caught up in a feeling you can’t dismiss
That would make you wanna dance at a time like this
Could anything make you wanna pump your fist
At a time like this, at a time like this
Could there be an impulse you can’t resist
That would make you pump your fist at a time like this
Mmmm….
Was there ever a good time just to go and have a good time
Forget everything and drink wine
Just kick back soaking up sex and sunshine
Now we’ve gotta get creative, or we’re really gonna hate it
Fix it so they can’t break it, there’s no way to overstate it
And when we do, oh, it’s gonna feel so good
Almost more joy than we can stand
We’ll float so high up above it all
Taking in so much beauty we won’t ever want to land
I don’t wanna live unless life can be fair
And I wanna help us all get there
So is there anything that could make you wanna dance
At a time like this, at a time like this
Get caught up in a feeling you can’t dismiss
That would make you wanna dance at a time like this
Could I do something that would make you wanna dance
At a time like this, at a time like this
I’ll keep trying ‘til you tell me I can’t
Make you wanna, make you wanna, make you wanna dance
Mmmm….
I’m watching these hippies in some movie from the ‘60s
All colorful and giddy, I wanna melt through the screen so they could be with me
There were things that needed fixin’, they had to deal with Nixon
But once the potions kicked in, they had a sweet little world to live in
But I’m not about the good old days, I still think those are yet to be seen
So climb into my hug machine, it’ll feel like the best part of being 16
My hands wanna dance and my feet wanna sing
Each body part wants to do its own thing
My ears wanna drink and my tongue wants to sting
Each body part wants to do its own thing
And each part of me loves each part of you
Maybe my body parts are hippies too
So let your hands dance, hands dance
Let your feet sing, feet sing
Tell me if I can bring you any-anything
Is there anything that could make you wanna dance
At a time like this, at a time like this