The son of a major, Prussian nobleman 

His name bestowed by a holy Roman 

The war broke out, and looked to the air 

24 hours of training 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 albatross flies high 

Red Baron! Blue Max! He's got you in his sights 



The Red-Battle Flyer 

Roll right fire 

He sees no faces 

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 



Chorus 

The red baron...Blue max! 

The albatross flies high 

The red baron...Blue max! 

He's got you in his sight!