You may think it's just light and you'd be technic'lly right
But there is an art to this, art to this and that's just what I love to do
I'm gonna carve up this stuff, petroleum byproduct
Glad I'm in no past century, couldn't deal with fat, right
Now some would say that I'm just nuts, this is functional stuff
They burn and melt, don't wanna get fancy 'cause it's gonna
Become unrecognisable, that's not gonna stop me
Make my own success story with my waxen sculpture glory

Never gonna give up, I'm just gonna art much harder
Go ahead, make your fun, I'm a candle maker
"The whole point of this stuff is to burn away forever"?
That won't change what I love, I'm a candle maker
I'm a candle maker

Some of 'em look life-like, others more abstract in style
And the last time it was a straight-down rope wick was so long ago
My wicks'll bob and twist and weave like they're Keanu Reeves
And why? Because I wanna, I don't get why I gotta
Spend time to justify the reason why I have this need
To make a fourteen-story dong-shaped candle, that talk bores me

Never gonna give up, I'm just gonna craft much harder
Paraffin on the walls, I'm a candle maker
As a child, felt a call to make burning sticks look cooler
That approach kinda stuck, I'm a candle maker
I'm a candle maker

Melt my hard work into mush? I've made my peace with that, bud
Just means that you'll come back to buy some more by the ton
And if you've got more cash to pay, I'll make that guy you can't stand
So you can melt his face off without earning your handcuffs

Never gonna give up, I'm just gonna art much harder
It's a verb now, shut up, I'm a candle maker
The leftover runoff? Tiny ones for power failure
Still make functional stuff, I'm a candle maker
Never gonna give up, I'm just gonna craft much harder
'Til the stupid jokes stop (kinda doubt that they'll stop), I'm a candle maker
No, I don't have two buds, one a butcher, one a baker
Won't stop me having fun, I'm a candle maker
I'm a candle maker (oh-oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)