SOMEBODY POUR THE SUNSHINE Wolfpack — Radio-Friendly Version Coastal Country × Reggae-Pop × Funk Tempo: ~104 BPM | Target: ~2:55 Mood: Sun-soaked, uplifting, playful, universal. A bad-day escape anthem disguised as a beach-party song. [INTRO — 4 bars. Muted acoustic upstrokes + funky bass. Crisp kick enters. A bright 5-note whistle answers the guitar. Distant coastal ambience.] [Lead — spoken, smiling] Yeah… today needs a little something. [Whisper — soft, playful] Sunshine… [WHISTLE HOOK: instantly recognizable 5-note melody] VERSE 1 Phone keeps ringing, traffic won’t move Bad news trying to wreck my mood Coffee went cold, sky turned gray Feels like the whole world’s had a day But I got friends and a little blue sky A song turned up and the windows down wide Maybe all we need tonight Is something that tastes like summertime [Bass climbs. Handclaps enter.] PRE-CHORUS So turn it up Let it roll I know exactly What I need for my soul— [Half-beat silence] [Lead — smiling] Somebody— CHORUS Somebody pour the sunshine Fill it all the way Little bit of Saturday In the middle of a Monday Somebody pour the sunshine Let the whole world taste Whoa-oh, here comes the good life Somebody pour the sunshine [Bright horn punches + signature whistle hook] POST-CHORUS [Bass + claps + reggae guitar only] [Lead] Pour a little— [WOLFPACK — explosive] SUNSHINE! [Lead] Bad day— [WOLFPACK] GOODBYE! [Lead] One more— [WOLFPACK] GOOD TIME! [ALL — huge] SOMEBODY POUR THE SUNSHINE! [Whistle hook] VERSE 2 She walked in wearing the same-day blues Said, “Whatever you’re having, make mine two” Then that old guitar caught a little groove And pretty soon the whole room moved Barefoot dancing, hair falling down Strangers singing like an old hometown Funny how fast the clouds can break When somebody gives the good life a taste [Small horn answer] PRE-CHORUS No reservation No big plan Just a little good music And everybody’s hands— [Wolfpack — building] Up! Up! Up! CHORUS Somebody pour the sunshine Fill it all the way Little bit of Saturday In the middle of a Monday Somebody pour the sunshine Let the whole world taste Whoa-oh, here comes the good life Somebody pour the sunshine [Whistle + horns answer] BREAKDOWN / BRIDGE [Everything drops except fingerpicked acoustic, warm bass and finger snaps. Lead becomes intimate and conversational.] Maybe happy ain’t complicated Maybe we’ve been looking too hard Could be a song through an open window Could be somebody stealing your heart Could be friends around a fire Could be nowhere left to go Sometimes paradise ain’t a place— [Music completely stops] [Whisper — close, warm] It’s a feeling. [Beat slams back in] [Lead] So somebody— [Wolfpack] POUR IT! FINAL CHORUS [FULL BAND — bigger drums, wider guitars, brass, claps, stacked harmonies.] SOMEBODY POUR THE SUNSHINE! Fill it all the way! [Wolfpack echo] ALL THE WAY! Little bit of Saturday In the middle of a Monday Somebody pour the sunshine! Let the whole world taste! [Gang vocals building underneath] Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh, here comes the good life! Somebody pour the sunshine! FINAL POST-CHORUS [Lead] Pour a little— [WOLFPACK] SUNSHINE! [Lead] Bad day— [WOLFPACK] GOODBYE! [Lead] Whole world— [WOLFPACK] FEELS RIGHT! [ALL] SOMEBODY POUR THE SUNSHINE! [Horns blast the hook. Handclaps double. Whistle melody rides over the gang vocals.] [ALL — repeated, celebratory] Whoa-oh-oh! Pour the sunshine! Whoa-oh-oh! Pour the sunshine! OUTRO [Everything abruptly strips back to acoustic guitar, funky bass and waves.] [Lead — spoken, laughing softly] Tomorrow can wait. [Whisper] Pour the sunshine… [Final 5-note whistle hook → acoustic chord → ocean ambience.]
