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 albatross 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
