I like a good challenge now and then and made-up words fits the bill. So far my FAWM songs consist of liking and disliking different kinds of food. I guess it's good that I try my hand at looking at it both ways. Here is my offering for made-up words. #acoustic, #food, #guitar, #challenge #acousticonetake

I Think I’ve Got the Urg F.A.W.M. 2026 ©schnowd

Verse 1

When I’m hankerin for a pizza Or maybe cream chipped beef on toast Could be craving for some ice cream After the Misses’ slow cooked roast When I’m feelin that desire For a salad called Iceberg I really can’t be certain But I think I’ve got the Urg

Verse 2

Sometimes I can remember Granny’s Sunday Chicken dinner With taters and brown gravy I won’t be gettin any thinner She would top it off with apple pie And my love for her would surge And it was at that moment That I knew I had the Urg

Chorus

I know when the Urg hits me I can’t think of nothing else And I’m pretty sure my future Has me loosening my belt There is no cure to save me I’ve already lost the fight So when the Urg comes calling No one else can know my plight.

Verse 3

A favorite snack at bedtime Or a bowl of popcorn late Some chips and salsa maybe Or some cookies on my plate Summer sausage with sliced cheese Now that's not too absurd But once again I’ve fallen For the trap I call the Urg

Chorus

I know when the Urg hits me I can’t think of nothing else And I’m pretty sure my future Has me loosening my belt There is no cure to save me I’ve already lost the fight So when the Urg comes calling No one else can know my plight.