The son of a major, Prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy Roman
The war broke out, so he looked to the air
24 hours of training and he was there

100 miles an hour
Top speed his plane would fly
And if he flew behind you
You know you’re sure to die
80 kills that are confirmed
While other pilots had so much
More to learn

The red baron… blue max
The albatross flies high
The red baron… blue max
He’s got you in his sights

The red battle flyer, red like fire
He sees no faces, he’s the ace of aces

His British quarry flew a reckless flight
A shot from the ground took the red baron’s life
He flew with honor, he flew with pride
In 1918 the battle flyer died

The red baron… blue max
The albatross flies high
The red baron… blue max
He’s got you in his sights