Charmingly offensive

Only Stephen Lynch could take a song about the "dirty sanchez" and make it endearing.

???Bringing his 3 Balloons Tour to the CFA Saturday night, Stephen Lynch not only proved that he's a prodigy in the world of musical comedy, but showed that he can literally take any ungodly subject and make it sound heavenly.

???Following the placement of a crisp Corona bottle at center stage, Lynch emerged from the shadows, taking a seat on his trademark stool, tuning his guitar and preparing for a night for the archives.

???As it had been four years since Lynch had performed in Buffalo, the sea of fans flooding the CFA were primed and ready for new material-and that they got.

???Opening with "Waiting," a jaunt through the mind of a man waiting for the outcome of his AIDS test, Lynch proved that his vocals were as sweet and his lyrics were as cringe-worthy as ever.

???"Waiting for my AIDS test to come back/ I shouldn't have f*cked that prostitute without a prophylactic/ Waiting for my AIDS test to come back/ Regret is dripping from me like my semen down her crack," Lynch sang.

???Following "Fishin' Hole," a fun trip through naivety and showcasing of Lynch's remarkable vocal range, fans were given a listen to the first of four diary entries to be found on Lynch's forthcoming album 3 Balloons. Stating that these entries were all "penned" by other ample minds, the fun lied in listening through the 40 seconds of material to see whom they were about.

???"Dear diary, today was a good day/ Poppa and I picked wild flowers/ Momma joined and we laid in the sunshine/ Then we sang and danced for hours/ I know tomorrow will be even better, so the good lord I thank/ I'll write more later, love Anne Frank," Lynch sang.

???Amidst cheers and jeers, Lynch played on. After a partially improvised song about a "little gay robot," Lynch performed the title track off of his 3 Balloons album. His so-called road-worn homesick composition, "3 Balloons" detailed Lynch's trip through customs in Amsterdam while smuggling balloons of cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, LSD, Chinese fireworks and a Guatemalan child in his derriere. The southern twang of his acoustic guitar and the playful highs and lows in his vocal approach made the absurdity of the lyrics just plain work.

???Keeping up with the new, Lynch played the period piece "Medieval Bush," where he held his guitar like a lute and sang about how his fair lady's nether region was a bit too bushy for his own personal preferences.

???"I sayeth not thou are furry down there, but it doth resemble Fidel Castro eating a London broil," Lynch said.

???Not just dedicating himself to new material, Lynch played older songs like "Little Tiny Moustache," "Craig," and "Beelz" between new compositions. He also found time to rework older lyrics to fit the current times, as well as adding the always classy piano accompaniment to a few select compositions.

???Sitting down at his piano, Lynch earned huge cheers and some oddly earnest feminine accolades for his homemade abortionist tale "For The Ladies."

???It really is a testament to Lynch's talent and charm for him to sing about kicking preggers women in the stomach and having a crowd of women basically fall in love with him in the process.

???Being joined by Broadway pal David Josefsberg, Lynch strummed and played senorita to Josefsberg's "Dirty Sanchez," wowing a crowd with incredibly high and horrendously graphic lyrical play.

??? Also joining the party was long-time sidekick Rod Cone, who, alongside Josefsberg, Lynch would sing a few history lessons to from his so-called time as a children's teacher.

???"Abe Lincoln led the nation/ He freed the slaves from the plantation/ That's a mother f*ckin proclamation/ Now write it down, you mother f*cker," Lynch sang.

???After embarrassing Cone with a video of him in the fictitious ball-gagged gimp-romp Fill it Up # 6 and "offending" the eager sidekick-to-be Josefsberg by calling him the "frightened Jew to his Holocaust," Lynch was left to his lonesome and embarked upon a house-rocking rendition of "Purple Rain."

???Aiding Lynch with absurdly high-pitched hilarity and wonderfully choreographed one-step-to-finger-snap Doo-wop back up, Josefsberg and Cone manned the stage as Lynch walked through the crowd and on that night lived out his dream as Prince.

???Returning to massive amounts of applause, Lynch and crew played the upbeat and chant-friendly Charles Schultz ode "Crazy Peanuts."

???"Oh Peanuts, crazy Peanuts/ Poor Charlie Brown, you will never get laid/ It's so hard to get p*ssy/ When you're the baldest kid in second grade," Lynch sang.

???After playing "America," Lynch's protest song that's equal parts Toby Keith as it is Green Day circa American Idiot, the musical comedian ended his night with the piano ballad "Hallelujah," a sweepingly sweet composition that tugs at the heart via the bra strap, as it proves to be about Lynch's love for big breasts.

???Below a backdrop engulfed by huge nude bosoms, Lynch, Josefsberg and Cone said their well-earned goodbyes, proving once and for all that there really is nothing Lynch can't sing about without making it charming, softly sung fun.