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“I love you, a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck, go and beats me all to heck!
Beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm
About you
About you!
About you
The cows and chickens are goin' to the dickens!
'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck that I do...”
“Buck! What the hell is that song?”
Bucky had - well you could only call it creeping up – crept up behind Steve while he sat on the couch sketching, softly singing about farms and arms and chickens and wending his left arm over Steve's shoulder and across his chest. It was wierding Steve out. Bucky leaned down over Steve and seemed to pout.
“Awww c'mon Stevie, you don't know that? It's the Andrews Sisters!”
“I don't remember ever hearing that song.”
“Well you wouldn't remember it from back before,” Bucky explained, as if talking to a child, “It wasn't released 'til 1953.”
“Then how would I know it?”
“Well I'd-a thought you would have kept listening to 'em, weren't they your favourite too?”
“Oh man Buck, there's so much stuff to catch up on I haven't even bothered with that old stuff.” Bucky stood back up and Steve had to crane his head around to look at him. He looked shocked.
“You haven't listened to ANY old stuff since they defrosted you? Damn, it was the first thing I looked for.”