It's all in the lyrics

I'm taking Dutch lessons, wondering if learning this useless language (it's rather like Esperanto, which probably has more speakers come to think of it) will be necessary if I ever decide to immigrate back to America. My teacher has recently taken to using folksy-sounding Dutch songs to aid our learning, which I find hilarious because songs always provide a socio-cultural reflection beyond just words. Unlike American music-which is obsessed with sex, lost love, and bling-bling (just think about a typical Hip Hop line, this from Fiddy-Cent: Look we can shop together mama, his and hers/Fifth Av. Shit baby, Fendi furs/I ain't tight with the chips girl/I'm down to splurge)-Dutch music is much, much, much more innocent. Like the song about Eliza's huge dog, Bello, who pulls her all the way to Italy to piss against the leaning tower of Piza.

This, I'm assuming, is Dutch humor... but you can't dance to it, baby.