One of the responsibilities of a songwriter is to note common human traits and invest them with special—nay, profound—importance by writing a song about them. And they are of profound importance. Otherwise, why would someone write a song about them? Q.E.D.

In this case, I had divined that people, driven by some mysterious impulse, tended to become specialized, experts in one field or another. Where did I obtain these shattering insights, you ask?

Beats me. I do sort of remember that I was myself somewhat of a “specialist” on marijuana at the time; this might explain it, among other mysteries.

I didn’t have a lot of lyrics for it, but no problem. I would “improvise” the rest, a la Jim Morrison.

Do not be alarmed by the person who apparently wanders into the session, randomly intoning the word “Four.” It’s just me, counting out the last half of the backbeat. (Most rock music uses a heavily-inflected backbeat, viz. one-TWO-three-FOUR.)

Or possibly I was imagining that I was on a golf course, shouting “Fore!” Those years are all a blur.