Red Baron / Blue Max

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, through reckless flight
Was 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 albatross flies high
Red Baron! Blue Max!
He's got you in his sights