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

Eighty kills, that are confirmed

While other pilots have so much more to learn

Red Baron...Blue Max

The Albatros flies high

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

Red Baron...Blue Max

The Albatros flies high

Red Baron...Blue Max

He's got you in his sights