It's Saturday Night in 'my crib.'

That was an expression of a place one lived before people forgot how to be romantic. Frequently in the '60s, the place one lived was called 'my crib.'

"Welcome to my crib."

During a time of woman's liberation, the 'crib' was not necessarily affiliated with an infant or the conception of one, but, more that intimate feeling one acquires about bed and it's playground.