Apparently, Changi Airport's plush arrival lounge for private jets plays the same music on a loop.
It is not Dick Lee's Home or Majulah Singapura.
It's Shirley Bassey's Hey, Big Spender.
As the international jet-setters swagger into the country, dear old Bassey belts out: "The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a billionaire with distinction... Hey big spender, spend a little money in Singapore."
When it comes to wooing billionaires, our sunny island could not be any less subtle if we all wore ski-masks, bashed rich new arrivals over the head and said: "Give us all your money."
We don't quite go to that extreme, of course.
This is Singapore. It's not the East London I grew up in, where residents didn't actually bash rich visitors over the head and demanded their cash - they bashed anyone over the head.
But in Singapore, we love the odd billionaire or 27, don't we?
Earlier this week, we lined up the trumpeters in our national business pages to formally announce the 27 billionaires living among us.